I cannot take this any longer; this up-and-down, on-and-off, merry-go-round-in-circles relationship! I don’t know what else to do; I’ve tried my best to show him that it is him that I love. But his eyes will not see love even if it knocked in his pupils!

When he accused me of cheating I could bear it, hoping that it is nothing but a passing fancy – something we will one day look back at and rock with laughter as we realize its ridiculousness.

But things are only getting worse: now he is not talking to me!

How childish is that?

To throw one’s rattle out of the cot is such an outdated thing! Why would a grown man sulk like a two-year old toddler?

Oh, sorry, I’m hung-over and rambling.

So we had an incident on Friday, after my last paper. I had finished early – coz I’m a clever little mutt – and had found myself with nothing to do and nowhere to go. So, as a last resort, I had ended up visiting my man. Only to find Sunnete there, already making herself at home.

How long she had been there, I don’t know. And when I asked when she had arrived, Sebastian gave me the run-around.

I was a lady, held my tongue and kept my cool. Even when she started answering for Sebastian, I bit my tongue until it bled. Until the bitch spoke out of turn in matters that didn’t concern her. I won’t get into the details, just that my cool went out the window.

I smacked her – right across the face.

Now I am no hooligan, and I hate fighting. But Sunnete brings out the worst in me. So, I have been drinking since, not because I’m miserable, but because I am miserable and hung-over. He won’t take my calls, won’t respond to my texts. But I won’t call anymore.

If this is the gratitude one gets for giving their all to a man, then so be it. I gave that man all of me; from the very first day we met I knew that I loved him. His black, raggedy hair and sexy, slow smile… his laughter, his… his everything! I loved everything about him from the onset.

Even when I found out about the kid and Sunnete, I still loved him. But he and Sunnete are keeping something from me and they can go ahead and keep it. I don’t want it.

I hate him for turning me into the bad guy here. Ok, yes! I did klap Sunnete. I won’t apologise for it because I hate lying. I enjoyed it.

Tee says I should swallow my pride and apologise. I did nothing! Why should the victim apologise? Where’s the justice in that?

Relationships are such hell. I’m getting off this sinking boat and staying on dry land for a year or two. I don’t need this. I mean, whose relationship that started in a pub has ever succeeded?

People in successful relationships meet in churches, schools, weddings, libraries… the list is endless, but in no way do they meet in a pub.

I miss my sexy bastard and this weather is not making it easy.

Dish it: Where did you and your partner meet?

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