Your worst relationship break up
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Nanook said:
That's one of the saddest things I've ever read.
I have no idea what I'd do in retaliation if someone did that to my cat.
Once she had set the bar that low, I couldn't bring myself to go lower than that, I learnt years later she had done it because "she loved me and wanted me back"I have no idea what I'd do in retaliation if someone did that to my cat.
Thankfully the vet who was absolutely mortified at being deceived and PTS a healthy pooch, knocked me over with his kindness, my ex hadn't paid for the cremation service just disposal, so he managed to have my dog cremated and presented me with an engraved wooden box of his ashes.
Wasn't a pretty site in the vets that day, me, him and two vet nurses all bubbling away.
ARI - Sorry I missed a line or two, she tried a few non dog killing and non biker type tricks on the judge, just kind of fitting with her tactics.
Xjay1337. Not quite full on Sons of Anarchy, My ex called them a outlaw biker gang, am not sure they were looking back, I would call them a group of bikers who occasionally dabbled in nefarious activities to fund their love of bikes, booze and women. The sort of people who you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of, but can be relied on in times of need, they also delivered loads of presents very year to the kids in hospital dressed as santa at christmas. Which isn't very outlaw.
Once they had found me and I nervously justified myself, I awaited the inevitable shoeing for what seemed like an eternity running through documentaries I have seen of wannabe gang members getting initiated into the gang, and thinking do I just curl up into a ball and protect myself as best as I can, or try and go out fighting. My options running out I waited.
Until the leader burst out laughing and said they didn't believe a word she said and she was mad as a box of frogs, and told me I needed cheering up as I had a face like a cracked arse. What followed involved a lot of beer a lot more JD, magic mushroom wine, enough weed to floor a rasta, a Daily Star page 3 model and a large plastic decorating sheet and a bottle of baby oil. Some parts are hazy but I do know monday morning I had a smile even my ex couldn't shift.
Vandenberg said:
Once she had set the bar that low, I couldn't bring myself to go lower than that, I learnt years later she had done it because "she loved me and wanted me back"
Thankfully the vet who was absolutely mortified at being deceived and PTS a healthy pooch, knocked me over with his kindness, my ex hadn't paid for the cremation service just disposal, so he managed to have my dog cremated and presented me with an engraved wooden box of his ashes.
Wasn't a pretty site in the vets that day, me, him and two vet nurses all bubbling away.
ARI - Sorry I missed a line or two, she tried a few non dog killing and non biker type tricks on the judge, just kind of fitting with her tactics.
Xjay1337. Not quite full on Sons of Anarchy, My ex called them a outlaw biker gang, am not sure they were looking back, I would call them a group of bikers who occasionally dabbled in nefarious activities to fund their love of bikes, booze and women. The sort of people who you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of, but can be relied on in times of need, they also delivered loads of presents very year to the kids in hospital dressed as santa at christmas. Which isn't very outlaw.
Once they had found me and I nervously justified myself, I awaited the inevitable shoeing for what seemed like an eternity running through documentaries I have seen of wannabe gang members getting initiated into the gang, and thinking do I just curl up into a ball and protect myself as best as I can, or try and go out fighting. My options running out I waited.
Until the leader burst out laughing and said they didn't believe a word she said and she was mad as a box of frogs, and told me I needed cheering up as I had a face like a cracked arse. What followed involved a lot of beer a lot more JD, magic mushroom wine, enough weed to floor a rasta, a Daily Star page 3 model and a large plastic decorating sheet and a bottle of baby oil. Some parts are hazy but I do know monday morning I had a smile even my ex couldn't shift.
You must be posh - state schools haven't broken up yet.Thankfully the vet who was absolutely mortified at being deceived and PTS a healthy pooch, knocked me over with his kindness, my ex hadn't paid for the cremation service just disposal, so he managed to have my dog cremated and presented me with an engraved wooden box of his ashes.
Wasn't a pretty site in the vets that day, me, him and two vet nurses all bubbling away.
ARI - Sorry I missed a line or two, she tried a few non dog killing and non biker type tricks on the judge, just kind of fitting with her tactics.
Xjay1337. Not quite full on Sons of Anarchy, My ex called them a outlaw biker gang, am not sure they were looking back, I would call them a group of bikers who occasionally dabbled in nefarious activities to fund their love of bikes, booze and women. The sort of people who you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of, but can be relied on in times of need, they also delivered loads of presents very year to the kids in hospital dressed as santa at christmas. Which isn't very outlaw.
Once they had found me and I nervously justified myself, I awaited the inevitable shoeing for what seemed like an eternity running through documentaries I have seen of wannabe gang members getting initiated into the gang, and thinking do I just curl up into a ball and protect myself as best as I can, or try and go out fighting. My options running out I waited.
Until the leader burst out laughing and said they didn't believe a word she said and she was mad as a box of frogs, and told me I needed cheering up as I had a face like a cracked arse. What followed involved a lot of beer a lot more JD, magic mushroom wine, enough weed to floor a rasta, a Daily Star page 3 model and a large plastic decorating sheet and a bottle of baby oil. Some parts are hazy but I do know monday morning I had a smile even my ex couldn't shift.
I've had a few fairly normal breakups, just the usual feeling slightly bad while they cry and suchlike, I've had a couple of occasions when ditched girls see me while they are tipsy on nights out, and decided to make a very public showing of their anger which is never pleasant, but the worst one was I had my house smashed up by one.
It was my own fault, I had been with a girl a year or so, and we had enjoyed a threesome with another girl (who I worked with) on a couple of occasions, and I decided I liked the other girl more... the girlfriend found out early one morning and proceeded to go utterly bats
t mental with me. There was nothing I could do because I had to be in a meeting in work first thing that morning, so I just had to get dressed and leave for work, and leave her in the house still going mental.
Naturally when I got home, she was gone, taken all her stuff, but smashed as much of mine as she could, and had all day to do it. Plus she stole my stainless steel smoothie maker, which annoyed me greatly.
Took me a couple of days to tidy up after her, throw broken stuff out and repair damage to the house.
Still to this day I mourn the loss of my smoothie maker.
It was my own fault, I had been with a girl a year or so, and we had enjoyed a threesome with another girl (who I worked with) on a couple of occasions, and I decided I liked the other girl more... the girlfriend found out early one morning and proceeded to go utterly bats
t mental with me. There was nothing I could do because I had to be in a meeting in work first thing that morning, so I just had to get dressed and leave for work, and leave her in the house still going mental.Naturally when I got home, she was gone, taken all her stuff, but smashed as much of mine as she could, and had all day to do it. Plus she stole my stainless steel smoothie maker, which annoyed me greatly.
Took me a couple of days to tidy up after her, throw broken stuff out and repair damage to the house.
Still to this day I mourn the loss of my smoothie maker.
A few years back I broke up with a girl I'd been living with for about three years. It was becoming increasingly obvious she wanted more kids - I already had three, she had one. I'd also had the snip. We talked about it a lot, various options including adoption (I was adopted myself so have always been keen ti pursue that route). But she was adamant that it was natural child birth. So I left her, allowing her to pursue her life ambitions.
Then a legal battle ensued in terms of me getting my belongings from the house. In the end I backed down, let her keep around £20k's worth of kit. She's got her child now, and I'm deliriously happy - so I'd like to think I did the right thing.
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