Now You Are Just Taking The Fucking Piss!

I woke up Saturday morning with a banging headache. I’m not sure if this is from the alcohol, that I drank the night before, or some terminal illness.

I was also aching because the day before I had to carry Tracy’s sofa bed pretty much on my own because nobody would help her. It isn’t in too bad a condition, I think a couple of chair slipcovers and it will look like new. :)

I only had one thing on my mind for Saturday, I wanted to catch the football. Millwall battered QPR during the week and it put us in a great position to move up and challenge for the play-offs. I wanted to catch the scores coming in on Sky Sports.

Thankfully the people Tracy currently lives with are footy mad and always have Sky Sports on. But before we could go there we went for breakfast. Kerry, Justin, Aiden (one of my Tracy’s sons) and his girlfriend turned up and we headed into Civic for a bit.

They were having a bit of a fun day for Help The Heroes. Face-painting and balloon animals for the kids, a tombola for the adults and music and dancing for the older kids. Everyone was having a good time, except for me.

We headed to where Tracy lives and sat watching the scores come up on Sky Sports. We beat Burnley 3-0, at their place, to help us on our march up the table. So I was in a pretty good mood now.

I wanted us to go out that night, just the two of us, but Tracy wanted to stay in with Kerry, Aiden & his girlfriend. After convincing me that Kerry will not drink much we grabbed some cans and headed there.

It was a good night until Kerry started crying about her ex-boyfriend again. Aiden and his girlfriend were not allowed to kiss or touch each other. Why? Because Kerry was jealous that they were with their partners and she wasn’t.

I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and yell at her “get over yourself! Your man has left because you keep beating him! GROW THE FUCK UP!” But that would probably be rude.

I told Tracy I was leaving after Kerry asked me to buy her ex-boyfriend a load of beer (he would pay me back when he got there, although he never turned up) I pointed out that I had spent the best part of £150 on them in the past couple of days and had no money left. She looked at me like I was scum.

I took offence to that so I told Tracy I was going and we left.

I don’t mind spending money but don’t look at me like I’m scum because I can’t buy you or your ex-boyfriend beer, especially when I’ve just spent money on you and your fucking child!

I can’t wait to go home.

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Dean Saliba is a freelance writer, professional blogger, media enthusiast, keen long-distance runner, and huge professional wrestling fan, who covers a wide range of subjects and niches including: making money online, traffic generating, pro wrestling, blog reviews, football, how-to guides, music, internet marketing, athletics, and more.