self torture of the highest order!!
I was 18, she was sixteen.
she had been with my besterest mateyest mate for six months, but it had broken down and now we were free to get it on, with his blessing I might add.
For two years we had an on off on relationship that, due to factors beyond our control was always doomed.
Fast forward to the age of 25 (im 28 now so you do the maths) and I need somewhere to live having broken up with an absolute MENTALLIST girlfriend who was the sister of my other best mates wife howfuckedupisthateheheh?

She has a spare room, and shall be called Vicki in this story, because that is her name.

I moved in with her.
And her fiance.
Who is a copper, and a massive twat who shows her no respect or affection and generally treats her like shit.
I realise Im still carrying the teeniest tinyest of torches for her and spend the next six months shagging owt that moves to compensate for my heart wrenching situation.
It was hell.
And sometimes it keeps me up at night as she is now living in london with him and he wont let her have any friends and this is making me sad now so bye bye!
(UnstableDan Bah, Humbug! ooooh, humbugs, nyom!, Wed 11 Apr 2007, 13:49, Reply)