Well, today has been a spectacular pile of shite so far.
Nick's brother, Alex came to visit. That wasn't the bad part - Alex is actually a pretty level headed bloke for the most part and doesn't want to take sides.
No. The shite part was Nick himself who called and asked me to bring some things to the hospital for him this evening, which I did.
In fact, I spoke to Alex, picked Alex up from the station and drove him to the hospital to visit his brother. I even drove him back to my house after, gave him food and tea and then took him to the station to get his train home. What a fucking bitch I am, eh?
Nick, in his gratitude for me bringing his stuff and his brother to him thought it would be a good plan to start making nasty comments and digs about my "male friend" that I "stay with regularly" in front of his brother.
Now, I had been very open and up front with Alex about where I was on the weekend, who I was with and why. Nick of course, didn't know this and made all his comments with the express purpose of making it look like I am having some full on hot and heavy affair.
Yes of course...! With three kids in the hospital room where we spent half of Saturday and most of Sunday...! How could I possibly not be having an affair?!
And lo and behold, after I refused to argue with him and left the ward to sarky comments ringing behind me, Nick followed up with a phone call half an hour after his brother had gone home accusing me some more and saying he doesn't trust me and that as our house has been valued at £210,000 I couldn't possibly buy him out on my pitiful salary.
Oh there were more digs and jibes and insults too numerous to recount but suffice to say, on planet Nick, I am an untrustworthy, lying, cheating, gold-digging slag and I am out for all I can get even if that plan takes a decade to come to fruition.
Of course he is forgetting that when he met me I wasn't a large 36 year old, I was a slim, curvy 26 year old and if I had wanted to go after someone with money then I would NOT have chosen to be with a short-arsed scrawny motherfucker who had only slept with ONE girl by the age of 25 and who was working in a junior position in a shitty local company earning £11k a year!
Oh yeah - and I certainly wouldn't have let the bastard move in rent-free five months later and help him to get a better job for an overnight £4k pay rise.
What a scheming gold-digging bitch I am! I must have known he'd be raking in the £32k he is on now a decade later.
Wanker!
Large boot to bollocks is called for methinks.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!
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