don't mean to keep going on about it but does anyone have any tips for how to keep my mind off it? Just want to not think about it.
Nothing other than to steer well clear. Don't get drawn into any kinda bullshit. Other than that, don't drink too much, stick to the happy drugs and do anything and everything you can to enjoy yourself.
Best advice I can give but given my relationship history...
I'm sorry Shambles but WTF.
It doesn't matter if she wants you to fucking fight for her, if she's salivating over meathead who she doesn't find attractive just because he has a meatcock and tells this you to your face then she deserves to be set on fucking fire.
What good would she be to you anyway with a gaping chasm for a vagina?
Fuck that. You got out. Thank god. What a waste of life being with her would be.
I'm not gonna take that personally as I gave scant details and obviously heavily biased to my perspective. You are wrong though. You just are. However, I totally see where you're coming from. In hindsight, yes, she was my fiancé but we would not a good marriage make. I "tamed her" to a great degree but man was she wild. Roma gal. Full-blood gypsy. As you can possibly imagine, she took no shit and gave plenty. I like to think I rose above that for the most part. But I didn't. I rolled over. Which is why we ain't together any more.
But please, judge away but don't presume your judgements have any bearing on reality cos ya just don't know.
And for the record, her pussy was so tight it'd snap yer cock off if she didn't want you in there. She fukked like an angel... and acted like a whore. Who hasn't though? I certainly ain't innocent enough to go casting aspersions. I've cheated. I've lied. Not to quite that extent and I did get a grip on myself (fnarr) and (hopefully) am long past such shenanigans. But the old saying is true: Walk a mile...
She was a wonderful woman. I fukkin proposed to her... actually, no, it was the other way round. But I did accept. And would've happily gone through with it. Love is blind, Squirely one. If you really think a few spare cocks get in the way you've never been in love... Or you've always had more self-respect than me. Perhaps both
Either way. I have a number of exes but only one ex-fiance. I may be a mug but I'm not a bellend. There were good reasons for our relationship. I can hardly go explain the whole thing here and now can I? Of course y'all're getting a deeply biased (although admittedly factual

) version of things.
Go fuck a stoat, Squirrel Boy


