I was with the other half for 10 years.
king years wasted, 10 f
king years that I will never get back, 10 f
king long desolate years
When we met, she used to hide the fact she smoked like a trooper.
Knowing my strong dislike for smoking, she promised to cut down, and promised to try , and promised, and promised.
Did she stop; did she even try to cut down? Did she f
Her hair and clothes eventually always smelt like a stale ashtray.
I don't think I kissed her once in the last 9 years.
Just couldn’t get close, just couldn’t get the courage to lick a stale ashtray.
She always had the smell of smoke around her, constantly.
Seeing her with half a fag hanging out of her mouth, made me want to be sick.
It was laughable, how she would buy the most expensive hair shampoo and conditioner, and then sit in a cloud of ciggie smoke.
Then there was the insistent religion craplola.
In the beginning it was just "hints" then it got heavy.
I knew she was muslim, but to force it on others, is just not right.
I could put up with her being muslim, and it really didn’t bother me.
As long as she kept het mat to herself, then she can do what she wants on it, put her head on the floor as many times as she wants, that’s OK,
But when she bought me a mat, well that upped the anti some what.
Then she said I need a “cappie” to put on my head, so back she comes one day with this white “cappie”
Well you can f
k off with that right away,,,,,,,,,
But when the religion crap starts to get down my neck, well that’s just not right.
Continually forcing it down my neck, compelling me to go to the mosque.
I would just say ok, and head off to Mac Donald’s for an hour, kept the peace.
Just way too much to put up with.
Then the "you can't have a beer" crap started.
OK, in the beginning, I cut down, like cut down to 2 pints a fortnight.
Then it was “your still drinking aren’t you"
FFS 2 pint's a fortnight!!!
Then the s
t, “you can’t go to a pub, it’s bad, it’s not allowed.
We can’t go to your friends house for meals, because “their pots are dirty”
We can’t even have a meal at my sisters, or I have a beer at my brothers.
Then I was always rescuing her from her credit card company's
Maxing out her credit cards, going overdrawn in her banks, getting hit with bank charges, and who do you think was paying for all this,,,,,.
So much waste, so much “gifts” for her family
More than once I paid all the cards off, several thousand, took the cards off her, but then she just got more store cards, and used them.
She worked totally for about 6 months in the 10 years.
So with smoking, added to religion, added to no beer, added wasting money, well it was time to move out..
I lost almost all my family, and all my friends.
Now she has gone, I have my family back, my mum, my brother, my sister.
Supportive to the end.
I am a lot poorer, but out and free, away from the constant bickering,
There are non so blind,,,,,,,,,,,,
What a f
king mistake that was, ever f
king meeting her.