Don’t Get Me Started… – Page 8

80’s Music, Immigrants & a Narcissistic Control Freak

He’s not sure he wants to though, which is fine with me, as his father is a manipulative narcissist, who controls people with emotional blackmail, intimidation and threatened violence. He treated me and my kids like shit for years. I walked aw

Pastry, Fucking Pastry & The Namer of Storms

Storm Ciara has decided to pay us a visit. Who makes up these names.? Do they get paid to.? Is there going to be a Storm Colin or a Hurricane Nigel at some point.?

Teenagers, Pizza Rolls & World Domination

Like that makes it worth the 45 minutes you just spent cleaning everywhere and negates the fact they’ve just flushed the bloody expensive anti-lime toilet cleaner you squirted in there straight down the drain. Thanks kid. Next time, you can clean the loo.

Buddy, Bear, Brexit and Learning To Speak Dutch

I got a Brexit letter yesterday from the local council, telling me that as some point between now and December 31 2020 I will be invited to apply for permanent residency in the Netherlands.

Crazy, Madly, Deeply In Love With Bear

He’d fibbed about being the person he really was, the person he’d described to me when we met, the man he’d made himself out to be was the person he wished he was, the person he wanted to be, not the person he was.

Coughing, Driving and Resisting The Urge

I like to drive even though I haven’t in almost seven years. Bear won’t let me. I have a driving license, he just won’t let me. He won’t add me to the insurance.

A Compulsion To Be Obsessive and other Germs

So every time I coughed I used a tissue, threw it away and washed my hands, face and hygiene sprayed my immediate area, to kill the germs. If I sneezed it was the same, except I used a Qtip dipped in hygiene spray to wipe around my nostrils to kill the germs that caused the sneeze.

Like Getting Blood Out Of A Stone

So far, Bear seems to think I’m psychic and will understand all once I initiate my super powers and read his bloody mind… not that I’d get much enlightenment from doing that, if I even could…

Post.NL and other completely inept courier services

Except that proclamation is a complete LIE.! We sent it with Track and Trace, and kept an eye on where the package was every few days. On December 16th it was at the Post.NL depot. On December 18th it was STILL at the Post.NL depot. Huh.! Shouldn’t it have been moving by now.? Apparently not.