Sunday, 6 November 2011

MEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I have decided men are the route of all EVIL ...and need to be kept for breeding and use as sexual slaves in harems of old at womens mercy!!!!!!!
Me and Chaz (me trusty pal bro in law and clean freak buddy) cleaned the house while GRUMPY OLD GIT STUART was at work...wahoo time to do stuff without either getting moaned at or patronised!!!!!!!!! Yes he has a frustrating habit of moving the goal posts ie awwww hun you look tired dont worry relax let me look after you then you dont do anything you just sit on your laptop all day and talk to your friends and leave me everything to do ????????????? I offer to help get told no sit down, I do stuff when he is at work and I either get told off for making myself tired out OR he doesnt bloody notice!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean come on how am I supposed to know where I stand ????
Anyways the house looked great when he came in last night, it took on and off all day cause I have to have things just so or else I go demented. Ok I hadnt eaten all day that I will put my hands up too BUT bear in mind we have little food in til pay day and I was waiting to have a hot meal with the boys at tea time not be selfish and stuff myself during the day. I was also thinking that it would stretch the food further as well so I thought I was being wise.....BUT oh no yet again Im in the fcking wrong so this time he goes right on one at me. Well as you can imagine I just went mad, flew into a rage and well truth be known I had to physically walk away before I stabbed him with the knife I was using to cut scallops for frying with. Literally I walked up to the bathroom sat on the loo and couldnt cry so like a fool I cut my thighs to ribbons......now I look dreadful and by god they hurt. I feel so ashamed of myself cause I know I shouldnt cut and if he sees it he will go mad and because I was so close to stabbing him. He frustrates me beyond belief at times I know but that was just such an awful moment...no voices in my head this time just an urge to kill end of story.. it was like freedom just that moment in time where the real me was alive again. Now I want to curl up and die because I look like so mad serial killer freak and I hate it...am I going mad?????

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