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Are you in the mood for a sexy short story? You’re here, so I’m guessing the answer is a firm yes! Buckle up and get comfortable, because although short, this one sure has some spice! Perfect for those cold winter nights…
Read MoreCONTENT WARNING: Contains details of domestic violence & abuse. I was drunk seven years ago today. My TimeHop reminded me of that when I woke up this morning. I was drunk and sat in a paddling pool in my friend’s back garden seven years ago. Well, my female friend and her soldier-boy husband. Why? Because I’d learned my husband had cheated on me… again. I don’t know why my friends had a paddling pool, because they didn’t have any kids. I don’t even really know how I ended up at…
Read MoreI’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned this guy before, but he’s Number 29 – The Prison Warden. He’s not a prison warden anymore. In fact, I think he’s gone into politics which is partly why he has gotten back in touch. We haven’t really spoken that much – he happened to come into where I work one day and we exchanged numbers again. He was a guy I had a weird threesome with when I was with the Hubby. Pretty sure I also cheated on the Hubby another night…
Read MoreI was watching Sons of Anarchy earlier – the episode where Gemma gets badly beaten by Clay. Every punch that made contact with her face on that TV show, I felt. It made me flinch. It made me very uncomfortable. It’s funny really. I don’t think I’m ever going to get over what The Hubby did to me. I know I talk about this topic a lot sometimes and one half of me wants to apologise for that. However, there is this other part of me – the part that…
Read MoreContinued from Meet Number 35. He didn’t drive the regular route back from the hospital. Not that I knew the regular route, but the hospital was in town and we also lived in town … I wasn’t sure how Number 35 and I had ended up in what looked to be the woods. “Why are we here?” I asked him. “Because I’m not done with you yet, but people are going to be waking up in the flats. They’ll see or hear us,” he replied, pulling the car into a…
Read MoreSomething has happened, people. Trouble is brewing. I can feel it. To be fair, trouble has already landed in my inbox, but isn’t that what happens when life seems to be going along swimmingly? Something comes along from your past to try and bite you in the ass? “Hello u long time no speak how u been? Xx” That’s it. That’s what I got. The message that popped into my Facebook inbox as One Ball and I were having a casual cup of tea with my mother. The message came…
Read MoreMy friend said something to me today that made me take a step back. She called me a “survivor”. I apparently “survived” domestic abuse. Did I? Am I a survivor? I’m probably going to repeat things that I’ve already mentioned in this blog but I had to talk about this. Yes, I agree that I was in a violent relationship. It was violent, abusive and very soul-destroying, or so I thought. Was my relationship as bad as those women say on the Jeremy Kyle Show, or those horrifying stories that…
Read MoreSince I’m talking about military life and infidelity, I feel it’s about time that I told you about Number 30: The Guy with the Big Ears. I’m going to call him Big Ears for short. When we first met, he was tall, weedy, lanky, and a joker, just like Number 36: The Neighbour’s Husband. My husband [The Hubby] went away with work, a number of found-out infidelities already under his belt, and I found myself bizarrely attracted to the really tall guy with the big ears. By the time we…
Read MoreNumber 36, also known as The Neighbour’s Husband, was a cute boy. A soldier. Attractive, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and with a handful of tattoos. Some of them were jokey tattoos, designed to be displayed on drunken nights out, like that one on his butt that everyone joked about every time we went out drinking together. He got his butt out a lot. In fact, he did anything it took to make the people around him laugh. Number 36 had an infectious personality. When he was happy and chirpy, which he was…
Read MoreI’ve been quiet recently. Sorry about that. It’s been a busy few days, but I thought it might be time to update you all with what’s been happening in my life. Are you ready? Drink in hand? Snacks close by? Then I shall begin … Big Love Let’s start with the Big Love obsession. Because, at this point, there’s no way it’s not an obsession. I was happily trundling through my two-week breakup crash course of sad, soppy movies that would absolutely make me cry, until, just like that, I…
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