Between him and the witch of an ex-wife shooting off emails that said “I don’t care what she wants!!! I only care what my pimply faced toad wants” in regards to that kid living in my home whenever they damn well felt like it, touching my stuff. And to Hell with me and mine. My family and friends weren't even figured into the equation. I meant nothing and had no opinion.
She didn't want that kid, so why she figured I would is anyone's guess. And the reality is that she knew I didn't.
But hey; even knowing that, I couldn't have taken it on... Not even to F up her world. They created that vile child - I'd frankly, I'd have rather sucked out my own eye with a straw than have to put up with it for another second.
|Squeeze at the end....|
|Squeeze at the start...|
And oh God... I wanted to do that so many damned times...
Still, that loss caused me to trawl through images frantically in an attempt to locate it and suddenly, I noticed images of the Squeeze – morphing from 'my guy' to 'circle guy'.