From the past.....The Second Husband

I decided that they deserve 'pictures', so check up on part one. . . .
Off we go, part two of the saga. .
2. The 'Screw Around'

How it got started? I'm not going to go into detail here. He was my waiter at a restaurant and from there it just digressed. He could talk his way out of anything and into anything, including panties (and yes, I meant to use the plural). I was bearly divorced when he popped up. Oh my gawd, how stupid can one woman be? ? Don't answer that - I already know!

What the fuck was I thinking? ? ? Well, just gotten divorced (at age 23) with two 2 year old girls, I thought I was the luckiest woman alive, someone WAS interested after all. Band-dude assured me that no-one will be interested in me again, what he should have said is no-one WORTHWHILE will be interested for a long time.

Why did it go wrong? Where to start? He just could not keep his dick in his pants. He couldn't hold down a job. He didn't have a driver's licence and he drove my car to pieces, literally. I went to visit Mom in Canada for 4 weeks and when I got back my car was destroyed. I kid you not. He lied to me about everything. Imagine finding all this out on 1 day after marrying the dude and being faithful to him for 3 years: he didn't ever have a drivers licence, he was in jail for 18 months, he hired hookers and slept with them using your money to do so. And still there's more: he used the car that YOU bought for him on your name, to pick up hookers. He is a full blown alcoholic and he decides that you bitch at him too much and then the solution comes to him in a flash of beer: beat her up while she's 8 months pregnant. Brilliant.

What makes it even worse (can you believe, it gets worse)? Have his baby, perfect gorgeous little thing, unfortunatly she only lived for two weeks. It might be petty, but I do blame him for it. He was too drunk to take me to the hospital when she got sick and I couldn't drive after my c-section, Then I tried to mourn your child and got told after two weeks to 'get over it'. And then, of course, he used the 'my crazy wife killed my child' to pick up girls. As if that wasn't bad enough, that's right, it gets worse, he takes the twins to school and meets a new woman there by using them. To top it all off, he then moved in with her (thank God) but didn't stop harassing me. He called every day, broke into my house a couple of times, ripped my security gate off it's hinges, slept with me (yes, I allowed it) and then waited for the school fete to tell me, in front of all the other parents, that I must accept that it's over and stop bugging him.

Can it get any worse you ask? Yes it can and it does. After the fete I started to call the new girlfriend every time he called me. I asked her nicely to ask him NOT to contact me anymore. Needless to say she didn't believe a word I said and probably believes that I am a pshyco to this day. This is not the problem and frankly I don't give a shit what she thinks of me, but if she wised up faster than me, she'd know I was not bullshitting.

After all that, I finally started divorce proceedings. I didn't want to. I cried every step of the way. I fell for him HARD and lived through 8 years of hell and then we're together and then we're not. Even after the divorce I let him move back in. Think it was only twice, but I could be mistaken. The last time I kicked him out it took about two weeks for him to start calling again. It still hasn't stopped. When I had my operation (dunno how he found out about it in the first place) he pitched up at the hospital, bear in hand and asked for my advice: He wanted to move 1500km away from me. Guess what I said :o)

It does NOT end there, he still calls. I humor him sometimes, but he is 1 500km away, so I figure a couple of phone calls from him lamenting on how he fucked up isn't too bad. At least he can't come over anymore. Mostly I just hang up.

What did I learn from him? There are some people that will not love you, no matter how much you love them & of course the whole thing with the leopard and the spots.

If I could have another chance with him, would I? No.

Did I love him? Hell yes. I hope I never have to love like that again!

If I could play him one song to sum up our relationship and how I feel now -song is about as mature as the relationship ever was-:

Fuck it - (I Don't Want You Back) EAMON
See, I dont know why
I liked you so much
I gave you all, of my trust
I told you,
I loved you, now thats all down the drain
Ya put me through pain,
I wanna let u know how I feel
Fuck what I said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses, they didn't mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, I dont want you back
Fuck what I said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses they didn't mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, I dont want you back
You thought, you could
Keep this shit from me, yeah
Ya burnt bitch, I heard the story
Ya played me, ya even gave him head (I dunno if he gave anyone head, but I wouldn't be surprised!!!)
Now ya askin for me back
Ya just another act, look elsewhere
Cuz ya done with me
Fuck what I said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses they didn't mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, I dont want you back
Ya questioned, did I care
You could ask anyone, I even said
Ya were my great one
Now its, over, but I do admit I'm sad.
It hurts real bad, I cant sweat that, cuz I loved a hoe
Fuck what I said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses they didn't mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, I dont want you back

And this one and this one. . .