Not that anyone reads this, but I aplogise for the last week's hiatus. The following may explain my absence:
James,
If you are reading this, fuck you. Fuck you so very, very much. Fuck you in the arse with a rusty scimitar 'til you've not a drop of blood left to bleed.
After everything you and I have been through what you have done is truly unforgiveable. Maybe you think that you have got away, that by shagging the new girl you will be able to forget the outrageous way you sabotaged our love. Unfortunately for you, this is not the case.
You will forever live with the shame, the regret and the guilt of having destroyed the most beautiful thing on this planet. You lied to me, betrayed my trust, then after admitting all this, tried to make me feel it was my fault.
Right now I feel like dirt and you are off having fun, but soon enough I'll find someone who deserves somebody as good as me and you'll forever be left with the knowledge that you do not. For that I pity you.
Yours no longer,
A
Yes that's right: only weeks after I claimed we were "closer than we've ever been" I find that arsehole had decided run away with a newer model. A new girl started in his office only a month or so ago and he feels he has a stronger connection to her than the woman he was planning his life with. One moment we're jokingly suggesting children's names, the next he's telling me "I need my freedom".
What does this mean for the blog, dear reader? I'd like to say I'll continue eventually, but for now it'll be on indefinite hiatus.
