My ex
And I'm bloody glad hes an ex
I'm shuddering writing this-id gone round to his for the weekend and wandered into his bedroom
He'd got changed at some point and must have pulled his trousers/pants off as one and left them on his bedroom floor,sunny side up for anyone to see
The pants where soaked in shit-I'm not joking when I say they where more shit than pants-it had dried on so had been there for a while
He left them there all weekend-he didnt seem to notice them,touch them or move them,just left them in their crappy glory in the middle of the room-we had to step over them to go to bed
They just stayed there from when I got there to when I left (I should have walked away but my self esteem was on the floor thanks to him and I sure as hell wasn't touching them)
We broke up when he cheated on me with another woman (she was his 'main' woman apparently and I was the bit on the side-nice to find out afterwards)
He rang me about 5 months after id got the ick and finished it and asked why women that he'd picked up would walk in and make excuses to leave more or less straight away
'Leaving your shitty knickers on the middle of the floor is maybe a clue'
He didnt get it,called me a liar and is still out there,working all week as a hgv driver,treating women like crap and not picking up his dirty pants
I met dp not long after and he cleans up after himself (I didnt even have to mention it,hes very clean and tidy)