Wanker
I had my suspicions about my ex for a long time. Various combinations of medical and psychological problems made sex excruciatingly painful for me for almost a year, and rather than being sympathetic and understanding and working around it he instead used to say things like "If you don't start putting out I just don't know what I'd do if I was left alone with another woman". Thanks, dickhead, not like I wasn't gagging for some action (just not with HIM...but that's for later).

Anyway, he starts going on about this girl called Susie that he and his munter of an ex used to have threesomes with (Mr Sensitive he wasn't). Bleach-blonde 23 year old, with two kids by different fathers, who was an "amateur glamour model" - in other words I frequently caught my ex looking at naked pictures of her on the internet.

I ask him what's going on and he says they're just friends.

So I wait till he's out of the house one day and go through his message history on MSN (I knew all his passwords to everything)...

Cue reams of sordid and horrible conversation, basically him telling her he'd been trying to arrange a visit (which he had) but that I'd said no (which I had) - and said he wasn't surprised because apparently if I'd left the room for a second he'd be all over her. Cue a dialogue that read like one of frankspencer's QOTWs.

He comes homes, I'm in a screaming rage, throwing things, God knows what....then I stayed with him for another four months.

Who said the title was referring to HIM?

Anyway, the upshot of all this was that by the time I really wanted out (for the sake of the current Mr Spazzcat) I had more ammo than North Korea.

The end. Apologies for length but at least now I know what a proper cock feels like.
( Spazzcat jam out with your clam out, Fri 2 Feb 2007, 12:48, Reply)