CHAPTER 3 - Deranged B**ch....

Freaking B**ch has no respect whatsoever. She talks down to you, throws her tantrum whenever the slightest thing doesn't go her way. She calls out of the blue and screams as though you just killed her family...and for absolutely nothing at all...
Example:
We were supposed to go collect something together one lovely afternoon and she was to bring the cash. So I got ready and arrived at our agreed rendezvous point right on time, and waited for her (as usual). A couple of days ago, she had passed me her ATM card to get some money to pay for some household items. I placed the card in her drawer, as there were people working in the house that day, and forgot about it. So anyway, there I was sitting in the car, waiting for her....
(my phone rings)
CB : (IN SOME CRAZY PART-SHRIEKING, PART-TEARFUL, PART-I'M-GONNA-KILL-YOU VOICE) I WENT TO THE ATM AND THE CARD IS NOT WITH ME!!!!!!!! YOU TOOK MY CARD!!!! I'VE NO CASH WITH ME NOW!!!!!!!! HOW???!!!!!!!
Me : I put it in your drawer. Anyway, I'll rush home to get it, no worries.
CB : I DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME YOU KNOW!!!!!!!!!!WHY???!!!! SHRIEK!!! SHRIEKKK!!!!!!
Me : No point arguing. You just wait a while when you're here. I'll go get it.
CB slams the phone down. I immediately rushed back to get the cash. Halfway, my phone rings again...
CB : (SHIVERING WITH ANGER VOICE) I CHECK WITH YOU..!! WHEN YOU LEFT THE CARD IN THE DRAWER, WHAT...WAS I SUPPOSED TO MAGICALLY KNOW IT WAS THERE???!!!!!!!!.... I....
At this juncture, I just shut the phone. No point trying to reason with a deranged bi**h!

See what I have to put up with???? Sigh...

CHAPTER 2 - Fallen Angel (The Pre-quel)

What I'm about to write here will evoke either one of two possible reactions from you ; Either you will be overcome by a overwhelming sense of sympathy at my 'pathetic-ness' (is there even such a word?!) OR you will drop to the ground and laugh till tears stream down your cheeks... Whatever it is, the fact that I now have the strength to even write about this demonstrates the fact that I've come a long long way since that gut-wrenching night I found out about this piece of news. 

Once upon a time, there lived a rather naive boy, Anon. When he was about 18 years old, he met what he thought at that time, was the person he was gonna blissfully spend the rest of his life with. She was absolutely 'angelic'. She was petite in size, shoulder-length glossy hair, and heart-melting 'demure-ness' that absolutely stole his heart. Anyway, they became really good friends and eventually fell madly in love. This boy, "Anon" had met "O". They spent every possible moment together. In time, they even became sexually intimate, savouring every breathtaking and totally NEW experience together. 

A couple of years down the road, they had their first real test of their love. They were to be separated by oceans as they went off to colleges in different parts of the world. But their love and resolve stood the test of time..and distance. They wrote to each other faithfully, spoke on the phone and never missed an opportunity to visit. Anon was in total contentment. He couldn't imagine being with any other girl. She was his ANGEL, pure and beautiful. 

Fast forward to a few years later... They both began their working lives. In view of career advancement, Anon left for another state to work. She was still his ANGEL. His naivety convinced him that they were meant for each other forever. Little did Anon know, that "O" had been secretly getting extremely 'friendly' with some guys. She fell in love with a German online, often writing him love letters, whispering sweet nothings over the phone and even engaging in cybersex. She also got involved with several guys from through work. 

Naive Anon never suspected a thing. He would still visit as often as he could. She would behave strangely cold towards him and refused sex. And when they did make love, her 'skills' and 'techniques' seemed to have 'evolved' somewhat. Still, anon never suspected a thing. After all, she was his ANGEL... once, Anon was informed by a mutual party that "O" had been strangely spending a lot of time on the phone with a Mr.Y. Anon gently confronted "O" who vehemently denied that there was anything going on. She allowed Anon to call Mr.Y and reminded him in a civil way that "O" was spoken for. Mr.Y seemed gentlemen-ly enough, apologizing to Anon and promised to keep his distance from "O". Thereafter, Anon still never suspected anything... Like I said, she was his ANGEL.....

"O" carried on her illicit relationships with her new lovers. They would meet as often as they could to engage in carnal pleasures. Sometimes, they would even go upstate and spend  'dirty weekends' together. Mr.Y and her would fuck at every opportunity they had. They would fuck in the car.... screw in his house, on the bed....on the sofa...on the floor... everywhere. "O" loved sucking his cock. She would hungrily stroke and suck it till he 'exploded' into her mouth.... They never bothered with 'protection' either... Opting for the ultimate pleasure of un-protected sex. Whenever Anon called she would brush him off... and even told him that his calls were a nuisance! 

Oh...did I mention that she was also a respected 'official' in the local church?? (...how fan-fucking-tastic is that??!!)

Fast forward a few years into the future... She somehow married dumb lil' Anon. She gave him a nice little wedding present tho'... A sexually transmitted disease she got from Mr.Y (...or any one of her other Fuck-buddies...).

Anon found out about this some years after they got married, and almost died of a broken heart. He never recovered and till today still experiences the same awful, despicably gut-wrenching feeling he felt the moment he found out that the girl who had always been the pure ANGEL of his heart was nothing but a cheap, filthy, lying WHORE!

...to be continued

CHAPTER 1 - I need this or I'll explode!

I've been wanting to do this for a while now. You see, I'm generally a pretty non-confrontational kinda guy. Especially when I very well know that it's gonna be a lost-cause! Imagine trying to argue with a 5-year old kid that ultraman doesn't exist..So this is me just sending out my frustrations into the universe. You catch my drift? Well, this is exactly what I'm facing day in and day out with a lady I'm 'cursed' to live with...the one you refer to as my wife. Yeah, some of you bastards out there will be saying here goes another 'wife-bashing-rant'... Well maybe it is. So f***ing what??!! This is my OUT-LET! And I'll let whatever shite I please OUT! All for the sake of sanity....

So anyway, for my convenience, let's just call her "O". And I'll also be tracking and updating her 'Mood-status' on a daily basis (or as often as I feel like it) via a tidy lil' chart which I've not even figured out yet. But we'll see... Here goes what I can only imagine will be a super roller-coaster ride of crap that's not even meant for you to read in the first place. But if you shamelessly still want to for some god-know-what reason, then please do so at your own peril!... cos I don't give a rat's ass!