Woe is me

I shouldn't share this, but it may brighten your day. I had a partner years ago who was a self indulgent, drug snorting, purse pilfering piece of shit. I let it live in my house. Gawd, we can be our own worse enemies.

Anyway, trying to extricate myself was difficult, I wasn't moving out and he refused to go. Finally I had had enough so after a good bitch session with a couple of friends one afternoon I saddled up the horse and waited until he roared into the back yard on the Harley spraying dust all over the washing. That used to really piss me off. Then I jousted the prick with a straw broom. Harleys may be terribly cool but maneuverable they aint.

There was no way he could turn that thing around in a small space while me and old Fats (my trusty steed) were giving him curry with the shaggy end of a domestic implement. I'd planned to wear his welding helmet but when I practiced slamming the visor down like a knight of yore, all the lights went out and I bloody nearly fell off. Forgot the bit about not being able to see through the tint...Never mind, it got trampled in the melee which I thought was a fitting end for it.

OK, so I can be a roaring bogan; it's a character fault but by bloody hell, it worked. He couldn't pack his stolen goods into his scabby ute fast enough to get away from me. Mad, apparently.

Hope you find a way out of all this Molly. It's not fair that you need to get hurt to prove you might get hurt. What sort of screwed up system is that? Unfortunately these individuals know exactly how far they can push the boundaries and we are not all mad witches with no sense of self preservation. XXXMarg