He’d taken my baby to see some bloody woman he only knew from the fucking internet and dumped me at home on my own for fucking hours and gave not one SHIT about contacting me.!! As per usual, some other fucking woman was more important than me, what a surprise.!
Category Archives: It’s Questionable
A Solution To A Problem We Don’t Yet Have OR How To Be Brutally Murdered In Your Sleep.
Sometimes I wonder just what in the hell goes through Bear’s head.. and then there are times, like now, when I wish to God I hadn’t been made privy to it.
Happy New Fucking Year To You Too.!
And there it was… that massive HUH.?! So, it was my fault.? I had been holding him back from being the social butterfly he really was for the past 13 years.? The fuck.! I gave this some thought and then decided that for the most part, it was complete and utter bullshit.!!
Blatantly Fucking Incompetent.!
On Thursday I went into hospital for my total right hip replacement surgery. I came home 10 hours later to piles of dirty dishes, dog hair all over the floor, dog food teeming with flies and no support aids.
Moving House & Lofgren’s Syndrome OR Seriously Crap Timing.!
In early March, Bear and I decided now was the time to start the process of moving house. We’ve been in this hellhole for more than nine years and finally the house prices had started to rise, so we could finally afford to get out and find something new in a much better neighbourhood…
My OCD Is Pissing Me Off.!
It encourages me to sanitise myself, the house, the dog and everything Bear has been within ten feet of. I am already using masks, gloves and hand sanitiser and wiping down everything before I touch it.
Bear has COVID.!
I am worried for him and I am scared, for myself, for his family and for his children. He is in his mid-fifties and a little overweight… a friend of ours of the same age died from COVID in April.
Roller Blinds, Bathroom Woes, The Knee Specialist & Someone Bought MY House.!!!!
Bear was browsing through the estate agents websites looking at houses when he shows me his iPad screen and says “your house has sold”. The actual FUCK.?!! Who the..? What the..? How.?!! WHY.?!! Nooooooooooooooooooooo.! *wails* My house.!!
A Bear In The Bathroom, The Bacterial Infection & I Want That House
In the process of finding a way out of this house, I went through the websites of a few local estate agents and found THE house. MY house. The PERFECT house for us. A big, characterful house built in 1906, with an extension that houses a garage and a conservatory, with a garden that is half terraced and 12 metres by 10 metres.!
Slowly, A Professional Job, Dodging The Sadist & The Male Nurse
You make an account, design a limited avatar, write a bio and make a list of interests. The app. can match you with other people who have the same interests or you can browse through the list of users yourself.
Dear Diary... 