Et Tu Brute?
It’s all getting overly dramatic in chez shameless. let me explain
so i was in londres today for vez important meeting which i called together with v. important people and i thought i should perhaps grab miself something to eat before, y’know to get the blood sugar going, pump the juices etc. i was thinking about it on the train on the way up. but i had no cash on me and the cash machine charges 1.755 robbing bastards. so i cut my nose off to spite my face and did without. as it happened there was a meeting three hours earlier and the leftover posh butties were left in the kitchen, so i helped myself to the two quarters of stale cheese andpickle sarnies – the only two left – yes indeed they were that foul. however there were some rther scrummy choccie biscuits. nice.
i was still on the train home at around 7pm and having eaten nought but half a butty and three minature posh choccie biccies, my emotions got the better of me and i seriously started to get watery eyed on the train thinking about all the recent events. so i pulled my trez chic (20’s stylee croched avec croched flower by ear) had over my eyes and pretended to go to sleep.
when i got home there was only me and dh – he had the day off today and he made me scrummy meal and brew, he had hovered, done kitchen sides and emptied the bins ( more than i do on my day off) and as i was eating my tea he told me that the GF came over today to pick up some more stuff. dh was on the computer upstairs and heard ds2 ask where his brother was staying and she replied that she couldnt tell him as ds1 said not to becuase he would tell me.
ds said, oh well, not seen him for two days a few more wont matter.
so dh is reciting this little story to me and i start to blub – proper blub. anyway after i ate my tea i was fine – the kids didnt see the blubbyness as they were out – and as everything would get back to ds1 via teen gossip network, i am chosing what i say to them and others like BIL and SIL as they see him too.
i hav mae my mind up and i amd going to tidy the bedroom he and the gf shared with ds2 and put his stuff into black bags. for extra shameless drama i might take to her mothers and leave outside. the mother is a cow anyway so it will literally be a drop and scarper – rough as fuck sort.
ds1 has been to see bil and sil today and gave his version of events = he did say that i hadn’t chucked him out – but said that he said ” if she’s going hen i am”
“on no , that’s not what he said” says i to b&Sil “fuck you and fuck this house is what he said” bil is oistin that he spoke to me this way and dh says ds1 might not be welcome there again. peoplekeep saying that it might be the kick up the arse he needs – great. hope so. shame it has to be this way.
he really truly and honestly believes that he has thepower, that he can hurt me by not seeing me and making me worry – telling people that he was kipping on streets when he plainly wasn’t – that type of thing. i hope to reclaim my power by chucking his stuff out and making sure that all who talkto hi know – i am not crying and wailing for his return i am angry.
no one will see me cry but dh.
i want my power back. i am Mother. Gaia. i have power. i reclaim it
Lots to tell. Holiday, the GF, Drums, work, scrawny pool whore….
We have been on hooliday to Duinrell in Holland and it was a bit pants. It really was v. butlinsesq and hugely hugely expensive. Holland seemed an ugly country as we drove through it, Wassenaar certainly was ugly – the whole towns housing looked like council housing – every street looked the same, there was nothing old and quirky – it was all ugly. Grafitti litters the motorways in a big big way. Dh decided to impart the fact that it was the Dutch who invented the speed camera.
Had i known that earlier i may have declined to go to Holland on principle.
there was a theme park on the park itself with big rides and also a swimming pool with lots of water slides – i could only go swimmin on the last day of the holiday <taps nose with a wink> so i missed all that really and the kids didn’t overly use the pool.
DD was really good to me. she came with me on all the rides – and thats really nice of her to accompany her owd mam on stuff. we went on the baby pirate ship a couple of times. its really quite scary you know. there was a huge splash thing where you lierally went down a huge drop and then got pissed wet through. joseph came with me on another ride – well i went with him too – the twins were both too shit scared - DS eventually caved at the end of the week and went on it – it was like one of those magic carpet rides but it didn’t go side to side it went forwars backwards twirling and twirling high up and low down – stopping whilst hanging you upside down – great fun.
the evening entertainment was shit. little kids dancing to ’superman’ and some wanky dutch song – there was a rendition of greese as acted and sung by the animaters – we decided to give that a miss – fking wanna be actors – yawn.
they did have a casino night – and dh thought that he was going to be skint – but it was just for fun. and i totally wasted everyone at the carribbean 5 card stud poker. eventually i put all my chips in and then folded – becuase dh was pissed and i didn’t really want him making a tit of himself – he had already kicked over two pints under the casino table!
that was the only night he got drunk all holiday – which, for him is a real effort. This huge effort is based on ‘the scrawny pool whore’ incident.
a couple of weeks before holiday we decided to go out to get pissed. i make no bones about it – we dont go out for a ‘drink’ we go out – play pool get pissed – its what we do. We hadn’t long moved in to our new house and i was happy. then there was a scrawny pool whore incient – i detailed it before but something crashed as i dont want to do it again
drums are good
work is bad
Holy MCfuck – only housing situation tenuous and i can help with that.
off to get dressed to go to tesco – am making curry for sunday tea
