And don't get me started about the nights out with him they were a freaking nightmare too! I literately just had to look at the floor all night god forbid I made eye contact with anyone!
And that was it that's all it took, he was like a ticking time bomb, "you looked at him" "you must fancy him" " you want to fuck him don't you?" this went on and on and on till I got to the point I just did not want to go out let alone marry the fooker! but I was trapped, I remember calling my friend, ha! singular, friend, they were always few and far between, they always are when your in a relationship with a psycho!... any way I was crying down the phone, "what am I doing I wailed, as I gulped back another Bacardi and coke, and then snorted another line of coke my life had become a haze of alcohol and drugs, but I think the thing that really sealed the deal for me was that I had tried to overturn my latest bankruptcy brought upon by my last Husband but it was futile, I was now stuck in fooking no mans land, at the mercy of this cunt, I know if I had only been allowed to think straight I'm sure I could of got my head around it all but for me thinking straight with this complete head fuck was never going to on the cards!, as I had to be kept in a constant state of on the edge, not a good way to live...but that's how predators like him control their victims!
And all he talked about was getting married, in Vegas of course, cause he thought he was some kind of wanna be celeb/rock star and the thing was he couldn't really afford it, that's why he was forced to sell his beloved classic Mustang car to bank roll it, OMG and that was another fooking carry on because, as you know he worked away a lot of the time, so it was left to me and I don't know the first thing about cars, so when I got a phone call from him one day telling me someone was coming from England to look at it and the battery needed charging, I explained that unlike him I was not a freaking mechanic and he needed to ask his friend to do the necessary, well, that's exactly what he did ha! you couldn't make this shit up, because his friend called me and said he was super busy and the only time he could pop round was about 9-10pm at night , I explained I did not go to my bed early and that it was OK to do so, so he came round charged the car and the following day the car was sold, job done ha! so when Captain C called me from Offshore not long after, I explained the car was sold and his money was here waiting for him, I know you would think he would of been happy!
But he wasn't, he was not interested in the car or the money he was more interested, in his friend that came to charge his car, asking me about the time, he came to charge the car, and how long he stayed for, so I told him it was later on in the evening he arrived to do it but did not stay as he was busy, well Holy fook that was it, the ticking time bomb had gone off, if he could of jumped through that phone he would, I was all the dirty whores of the day, as was his friend, we must of both had sex with one another, I was to get out of his house the wedding was off, I know I should of ran like fook shouldn't I ha! ha! .. but the funny thing was he seemed to calm down relatively quickly, with me but not his so called friend of 20 odd years, and I did not understand why, at the time but looking back, it was because his friend wanted to come to Vegas with us for the wedding, and he did not want him there because, he would not have wanted anyone overshadowing him, stealing his spotlight per say #Narcissist so he created a situation to overthrow him, I wouldn't mind but his friend was doing him a huge favour and for Captain C to, treat him like that, is lower than a snakes belly knowing that he had paid his deposit on the trip Wow! just Wow but saying that there was lots of situations like this one I also remember, an old school mate, of mine had just split up with his wife and I had messaged him On FB showing concern as he had taken it really bad, and the next minute I know numb fooking nuts had obviously taken my phone read the messages, wrote my old school mate, a message back saying he was going to kill him, and for him not to ever message me again! he was then erased from my phone I was thrown down the stairs, strangled then he smashed up my phone happy fooking days...
"Stranglers do not strangle you, to kill you, they strangle you, to prove, they can kill you!"
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