It wasn’t the first time she’d said goodbye.
Maybe it won’t be her last.
Over the past 15 years the relationship was ..On .. Off .. On .. Offffffffff .. On .. Off .. On and now finally Off .. or so it seems.
She wasn’t happy that I wasn’t paying her enough attention.
How dare I have the audacity to have a life that doesn’t revolve around her!
Like Galileo or even Copernicus, I was found guilty for highlighting what now seems obvious.
Continue reading “Wolf – The Last Goodbye?”
It’s been a big year, many changes occurring but nothing too bad or irrecoverable.
2 days at court with the legalities of finally reaching a settlement with my former partner.
She took the stand and laid it on thick. But she lied and I could prove she lied.
At lunch on the second day after I’d shown the evidence they wanted to talk and we settled out of court.
Yep I took a hit, not as bad as it could’ve been after already giving her a 6 figure settlement but she was holding a gun to my head and it was worth taking the hit to keep the house.
Who gifts 6 figures? Seriously?
Not even the judge believed that.
It was my own fault, blindly trusting someone with my hard earned cash, giving them a loan to help them move on, only for it be used against me as a bargaining chip.
I should have got the legal steps in place at the time. My bad.
I made the mistake of treating people the way I expect to be treated. My word is my bond. If I make a promise then that promise will be kept.
It’s a done deal and life goes on.
The gun is no longer at my head. The mortgage has been paid off. There’s still money in the bank.
Life is good.
Now that the stress has been removed it’s time to have some fun!!
Fake tits and perma-tans
Barbados or Bahamas
Book clubs and bitching
Bellini’s and their latest man
A morning swim
Lunch at the gym
How they hate HIM
Continue reading “Clarkston Ladies and Govan Girls? #Poetry”
I hadn’t heard from her in over a year, since that last mad Friday before Christmas when Glasgow goes nuts for the day.
Just like everywhere else.
The city centre is full of drunken works party nights, fights erupting because the alcohol has lowered the inhibitions and given the pent up frustrations a voice, or a fist.
Guys making complete arses of themselves trying to get off with that office girl they fancy, who isn’t really interested, but he’s hoping to catch her in a weak moment.
Worse .. the office girl giving it to the lecherous and probably married boss, then regretting it the next morning after she wakes up alone to find that he’s disappeared back to the wife at 3am.
She called me drunkenly at 1am asking me to join her and her friends at some club in town.
She swore down the phone that she loved me, despite that fact that she was 6 months pregnant with her and her husband’s fourth child. Continue reading “Wolf – Once?”
She’d had enough of my shit.
I get that, the only irony being that I’d had enough of my shit too.
I’d been a bad boy, hands up, I confess to all my sins .. now can we get back to our normal life? Please? Continue reading “Wolf – 7 – Games”
That’s the thing about being divorced, or at least separated .. after the initial emotional trauma, if you even have that, you’re single and free to do what you like.
Okay, the process didn’t turn out exactly how I planned it, caught red-handed and unceremoniously kicked out the family home with a couple of suitcases packed and waiting in a hotel room for me. Continue reading “Wolf – 5 – Freedom”
Did you know that all wisdom is contained in the Godfather?
That it has rules for life that can be applied to almost any situation.
Friends close, enemies closer?
Not letting your emotions affect your judgement?
She was gone.
After four weeks of hibernation, I eventually told my friends and family. I was hurt, broken-hearted and strangely even felt ashamed although I’d done nothing wrong.
I’d had one week of shock, then two weeks of sleepless nights full of vengeful thoughts and what-ifs.
The final week was acceptance, realising that life has to go on, letting go of the most hurtful aspects, resurfacing and moving on .. or at least trying to.
My emotions were almost a classic case of the Kubler-Ross model of dealing with grief and mostly fitted the standard grieving process for losing a partner.
Continue reading “Wolf – 3 -Letting Go?”