Mum and Dad are both not well, both losing their marbles, plus other serious complaints, I went to England with a great deal of pain and worry in my heart.
I knew as well that I would lose S. I had a sixth instinct about it, that's why I came back on saturday instead of sunday to give me more time with her over the weekend.
Unfortunately, I was right. I phoned her up lots of times and sent her varoius messages via phone and windows messenger, with no reply. No reasons for this split has she given to me really, but I think that she hit it off with her "self contact" karate chump Gerald!
However, I would have thought her capable of telling me to my face why it was finished. I didn't think she was that much of a coward. Despite all her proud and haughty words that she often threw at my face. She fucked someone else and dumped me in the cowardly way! how's that for integrity!
Hypocrital!
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| Ramsgate beach in October! Empty! |
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| waiting in the boat in Calais |
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| mum at home looking fragile |
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| A smile! finally |
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my red car in the boat
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Anyway, here is a photo by photo reportage of my trip to England
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| mum and dad in the solicitors waiting room |
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if you look closely it's written my name on the bus
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