Monday, August 28, 2006
Broken Hearted Single Mum Seeks Honest Man
This is probably the hardest thing I've written in my life. I've put off doing it as it's only the last few days I've felt human enough to do it. The short story is this. Deke is a lying scum bag waster and I'm A. Not married, B. To be a single mum for the third time and C. Off men completely.
Thanks to everyone who sent support prior to the wedding that never was - and all the contact since asking me if I was still up for it, despite my being married - you've confirmed my now jaded opinion on the male animal.
So - no nice wedding pictures to show you, or romantic tales of honeymoon bliss. Instead we have a sorry trail of deceit and lies and four weeks in bed sobbing my eyes out and drowning my sorrow in booze and pills.
So this is what happened. On the stag night, Tyson and Deke ended up in the Fantasy Lounge. According to Tyson, Deke was absolutely pee'd up. He was off getting a private dance, and had left his phone with Tyson and his friends. The phone went off and Tyson answered it. The woman said where's my husband? Tyson said 'what the hell?' just as Deke returned.
Deke snatched the phone off him and mumbled something into it, by which time Tyson was in his face asking who the woman was. Deke was too drunk to think and told him. It was his wife. Not his French wife, his other wife, The one that lives in Canterbury, near Dover. He said something along the lines of, 'I was going for the hat trick with Shazza.'
Tyson lost it and head-butted him and jumped on his chest. The bouncers chucked them all out and they carried on in the street. Deke was all bloodied up and ended up jumping in a taxi to the A&E at the Heath, Tyson went with him, by now calmed down.
Meanwhile, me and Ashanti are getting some good hot groin grinding dance moves going, I'm grabbing every man I can get my hands and snogging them. I's got one bloke trying to slip his hand up my skirt on the dancefloor of Evolution when my mobile goes. I stops to take the call and it's Tyson in tears telling me he's beaten the crap out of Deke and I needs to get to the hospital now.
I knows something gone wrong, I can feel it in me water - it makes me sick to the stomach thinking about it even now. Ashanti bundles me into a taxi and we gets to the hospital. Deke's sat in reception, face covered in blood, Tyson's stood on the other side of the room staring daggers at him.
By now I's all teared up and crying, not knowing what's going on. I looks at Deke and he can't look at me. I looks at Tyson and he comes over and starts screaming at Deke 'tell her you ****, tell her!' Security are getting jumpy so Ashanti manages to get Tyson outside. Deke finally tells me everything. He's married still, not once, but twice. One in the south of England, one in France and he can't help himself.
So now I'm screaming, pull his hair, thumping him and now Ashanti's back in pulling me outside. That was it, the wedding was cancelled, the ring returned to Argos and I's never seeing that lying scum bag piece of crap again - and he's not going to be welcome when the baby's born.
I loved him so much as well. It hurt so much at times. All the times I thought he was off on big hauls, he was with his other women. I feel sick thinking about it. I can't believe how stupid I've been. I just can't. I tell you more in time, but I'm just sick to the stomach still. I'm crying again now. I'm going back to bed, I've enough valium and vodka to last me to the weekend. I'll get back to you soon.
Posted by Chav Mum at 4:53 PM
1 Comments:
My Gods Child!
Yes, a horrible thing happened to you...But you've made out before you committed!
Am I to believe you are with child and drinking booze and popping pills?
Get some help luv.
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