Self-congratulatory
OMGWTFBBQ!!!!1!
Stop the FUCKING press.
You all owe me a thank fuck for that congratulations.
I did it.
I changed my mobile number.
So there will be no more invitations to suicide parties; no more (false) accusations that I am the cause of drug taking; no more announcements of gay sex at male spas in Richmond; no more sticking the knife in about the 'new girlfriend'.
NO MORE!
And the best bit? This was last ever text message to him; my response to him wanting my help with his 'new girlfriend' and his message that her earning more than him makes him feel bad about himself:
"Well, at least it will allow you to stay home and look after the kids"
Fucking SNAP!
I'm so happy, I could post my mobile number on the internet! As long as the Ex-Fucker doesn't have it, I don't care who does!
And the best bit? No more boring sooky posts about him. Everybody wins! SNAP again! It's the weekend! Cheers!
4 comments:
no more announcements of gay sex at male spas in Richmond
WTF? He took it up the arse?
Yay!!!! I am so proud of you and happy for you! That dude was seriously fucked in the head and I'm so glad you don't have to put up with his shit anymore! I shall eat the rest of this bag of marshmallows in celebration for you (because I wasn't going to eat them anyway or anything!).
Good work, Martie! Now, do you need Hambo's number?
Congratufuckinglations! We are all so proud of your strength. w00t, etc. xo
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