I finally got him to leave in March. After years of emotional, verbal, financial, sexual and physical abuse. We had separated before, but I let him back after he said he was seeing a therapist. Hmmmmmm.
I took the DC swimming yesterday...he was there. But went.
Today, I go again, and his car is there. I have sent a message to ask for a three hour slot to use the pool, and he says he wasn't really there, just parked his car there. Twat.
Control, control, control
I get so many texts and emails every day, just the same stuff I used to get directly into my ears every evening.
I have been re reading some of my earlier threads, and can't believe what a total fucking cunt this man is.
And the sinister way in which I was targeted by his nice guy persona, as I left my first husband, all those years ago....that man used to rape me, repeatedly, and I was so fogged out, I didn't even realise it WAS rape.
I HAVE SO HAD IT WITH THESE BASTARDS....I can't begin to express how over the whole fucking lot of them I am, and that includes my mother, both sisters, and their drugged up wanky husbands too.
And Spaghetti Head Mess was a song written by me in a feeble attempt to empty out the truth in my soul....
I think I am going to fucking explode.
RRARARARARARARRAAAAAAGGGHHHHGJGHGHJJ