Showing posts with label promises. Show all posts
Showing posts with label promises. Show all posts

Wednesday, 14 February 2007

Things I do not miss


Since my marriage ended various people have asked me if I miss my husband at all. I think I can honestly say that I do not miss him at all.


1) Things I do not miss: His idea of showing affection. He would never hold hands or put an arm around me, anything I ever did to show affection was always shrugged off. He did however have one thing that he thought was showing affection. To me it was more like torture. He would lie on the sofa and put his smelly feet in my lap and demand (yes demand not ask) that I scratch and tickle his feet. First though I had to remove his stinky socks and clean out his nails and maybe if they were getting long cut them as he couldn’t reach to do them himself.

2)Things I do not miss: His snoring, for many years I found that if I was going to get any sleep I had to be asleep before him, if I woke in the night it was impossible to get back to sleep. Being a Lorry driver he would go to bed early to be up by 4.30/5.00am. This meant that I had to be asleep by 9pm. After years of this I rebelled and stayed up late, I needed some life! Then I would be tired enough to sleep through his snoring. But if I was chatting online after midnight he would come and find me telling me to go to bed (as though I was still a child). I am only now beginning to get over the feeling that he will be telling me off for still being on pc in the early hours. He may have been gone for 10 months but his ghost is still here.

3)Things I do not miss: Having my mobile phone checked at every chance he got. I became so paranoid although there was nothing on it to worry about, that I began sleeping with it under my pillow, kept it on silent and in my pocket or failing that in my waist band. He had ordered my phone online (we had chosen it together) so it was in his name (I think that is so totally wrong). He therefore used to get my statement and go through it in minute detail. He finished work several hours earlier than me therefore got to the post first. I would get home from work to be told who I had phoned/text on what date at what time etc. I was club secretary for a youth football club. I made a lot of calls and sent text to a lot of men but it was all football business nothing for him to worry about but he made me feel I had to be have secretively.

4)Things I do not miss: The broken promises to our boys. He was forever making them promises that he would not keep. It was more important to be at the pub when it opened and spend his money on beer than do anything with or spend money on his family. Over the years the boys grew to realise this for themselves. They knew that if he made a promise then it wasn’t going to happen. That is so sad that children should realise that.

5)Things I do not miss: Bodgit and Leavit & co. Anything that needed repair had to be left until it could be left no longer then he would bodge it, we couldn’t go spending money on repairs to the house or car when there was beer to be had in the pub. My gate was held up for ages with blue rope. The fence has fallen apart completely now so that is no longer an issue. A shelf in the living room was held up by a stack of videos which in turn were balanced on top of the dilapidated stereo he had rescued from the amenity tip. This was sat on a 3’ high wooden speaker. As much as possible (without money for materials) I have done any DIY that I could. Now I can make my own decisions to get repairs done (money permitting). If anyone wants to offer their services as plumber, electrician, carpenter, fencer, carpet layer please don’t hesitate as I need you now lol. Oh but more than anything else a skip to get rid of the rubbish.

6)Things I do not miss: His moods, we are all so much more relaxed since his departure from our home. When the boys were little I used to call him the fire breathing dragon but had to stop when I realised that the boys were afraid of their own father. It has taken a long time for me to stop expecting him to be here telling me what to do and when, making me feel like a child. Even this afternoon when I was asleep on my sofa I had this feeling that he was upstairs and would be coming down to tell me to stop sleeping and get on with the Sunday dinner. (more likely my own conscience but I had projected onto him as that is what I have had for so many years). My kids are all doing well at school and #3 son has blossomed into a happy teenager after being a miserable boy all his life. We no longer need to worry about what mood he will be in when he comes through the door. He has a restraining order to stay away from our road.

7)Things I do not miss: Being told by scrouge how much I had spent in the supermarket each day. Coming home from work on Friday opening my payslip and being told to the penny exactly how much I had been paid that week. I always had to account for every penny I spent but he could spend what he liked when he liked. We had a joint account which both our wages went into but he considered it to be his money and I didn’t contribute to the household bills as I only worked part time (30hrs). Bloody cheeky git!! He didn’t like it when a few months before I began to divorce him I opened a new current account and transferred half the savings so I could take over most of the household bills. From then I paid all the bills and he paid for food and his debts. Until a month after he got divorce papers then he even stopped buying food for the kids. When he lost his job through drink driving (prat shouldve known better being a professional driver). He was living off me not even paying any rent until he was forced to move out by the courts.

8)Things I do not miss: being told that I am stupid, ugly, fat with brain like a sieve. This was something I had put up with for most of the 19 yrs we were together. In the 7 months before he moved out he added that I am a slut, whore, town bike, he should never have married me as I have ruined his life, and I’m no good at sex as I am like a soggy mattress! He believes the saying that ‘sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never harm me.’ I am here to say that words do hurt especially after yrs of the same things. NOW though I have met lots of men who have helped me to believe in myself and my sexuality. I am far more confident now than I ever remember being before.

9)Things I do not mss: I do not miss his lack of hygiene. He would often tell me that it is wrong to wash too often. You should not shower more often than every three weeks as it washes away the natural oils. He wonders why I was not interested in sex with him. He complained that I would not indulge in oral sex with him. This would have been bad enough had he been any other man but for the last 4 years he had been driving a cesspit lorry. Can anyone honestly say that they don’t understand why I didn’t want to have contact with his body.

There are other things I could list that I don’t miss but I think that I have bored you enough already.

Thursday, 28 December 2006

tagged !!!

Ok so I have been tagged by the man with secrets. I have to compose a list of 10 words beginning with the letter P.

My first has to be phone as I am totally lost without my phone, even more than my computer. I never go anywhere without my phones (yes I have two, one general which is pink and one for my closest lovers).

Promiscuity, how could I possibly leave that out when I have been practising promiscuity in recent months. I have a lot of years in the sexual desert to make up for. I had no idea how much I would enjoy my promiscuity.


Polish, I do like to wear nail polish, especially if it is red, although I do also wear purple nail polish. My collection also includes mauve, pink, gold and beige together with chocolate brown, but as most people who know me will realise I have a thing about red.


promise is something that most of my photographs show. I prefer to give a glimpse of the promised fruits rather than putting everything on display from the beginning. The pleasure I have gained from allowing my admirers a taste of things to come. Promises are also something I never give unless I am absolutely certain that I can and will want to fullfil those promises.


Planning can be both exciting and boring. Planning a trip to the dentist with my children is boring. Whilst planning a meet with a lover can be exciting. Planning an illicit meeting for delicious sexual enjoyment of each other with a married lover gets my pulse racing as we decide the logistics of our time together. When we can snatch enough time together, where we shall go, how to get there(seperately or together). what we will wish to take with us for the pleasuring of our partner.


Punishment, anyone who reads my blog should know by now that I am still awaiting my punishment. I have promised my knight that I will take my punishment in good faith. We have tried to put our plans for my punishment into practice but were foiled by the dog walkers of this land. We then had a drive around country lanes looking for potential venues for my punishment to be carried out at a later date.

potential, something I try to see where ever I can in the same way as I look for the positive in everything. I am constantly looking for potential venues for my adventures. Not to mention the ever changing list of potential lovers.

pure woman, that is what I am now, in my youth I was something of a tomboy, I was never a girlie girl, playing with cars in preference to dolls, climbing trees rather than having pretend tea parties. But now I have matured and realised the pleasures to be gained by becoming a woman. I am nothing now if not pure woman with the wants and pleasures of being seen, felt, smelt and devoured in ways that a woman such as I deserve.

Perfume is not something I wear too often, prefering to wear it on special occasions, it is more my practice to wear body spray(vanilla). I do have a rather delicious perfume which was given to me by one of my brief love interests. Prada is absolutely devine, I dont wear it for any of my lovers but there are occasions when I will wear it just because I love the scent. Or if I have been feeling sad I may spray a little on my pillow. For years my favourite perfume was Opium but I cant wear it anymore. During a conversation with a potential lover a few days ago he described perfume as 'something that kills married men'.


Persistent is how I would have to describe some of my admirers, especially when chatting online and they want me to go onto my webcam. persistent is also my kids when they want to use the computer and Im on it grrrrr.


I hope that is good enough for you Man. 10 words beginning with P with a few extras added in for good measure.

Now who can I tag?

Feetman letter D

Footprints L

cherrie R