Hell, I can't imagine why anyone would put up with the constant kick downs, insults, screaming abuse, vicious demands and the wallet snatching robbing him blind - without returning a good bitch-slap. It doesn't make sense to me to just keep enduring it - unless there is a tiny little frizzle of left over longing.
Ahh that girl does me proud...
Anyway, when I reach a certain stage; that 'you are dead to me' stage; there is no turning back. It can't be repaired then. It's already over. And let's face it; we can all see that is where the Squeeze is going. He is on the express train to "dead to me" land - He may not have steamed out of the station yet, but he's sure as hell bought the ticket and taken a seat!
So although he tries to twist and turn and make out the problem is all about me and my penchant to "rubik's cube" everything in my head... It is refreshing when someone I don't know, reads my blog and writes to say "wtf? are you out of you mind putting up with that???"
So, here is the comment I received: