Today…
I could sit here tonight and write about a battling Arsenal win in Belgrade. Perhaps a little note about how Ben and Jerry ice cream has been forced to drop the “all natural” tag line, because not all the ingredients actually exist in nature. Maybe I could make my argument over the red hot Jaffa “cake” debate, is it really a cookie or truly a cake?
But no, I’m going to talk about something closer to me, I’m tired of bullshit and Facebook rumours that are not true and in a legal opinions libellous, and libel that is easy to show so lets cut through the “looking out for each other” bull and talk about how it’s hurting the people the authors claim to be looking out for.
I’m not perfect, I’ll admit I am a long way from it and I’m truly sorry to the people I’ve hurt, especially my ex. Because I did it and I was wrong. I’m working very hard in therapy and with my doctor to understand why and make myself into the person I know I can be. More to the point, the person other people deserve to be around.
I have a lot to say and over the next few months I will tell my story, and its going to piss some people off and undoubtedly make parts of my life a little harder, but want I refuse to sit back anymore and be denounced by people with not even half the story.
I’m not sure where to start, promises ignored, lies, double standards, abortion, hypocrisy, infidelity, perjury and people who conveniently forgot conversations that I recorded (there is an app for that…). It will all come out.
As I said I’ve made, and own, my errors and I’m truly sorry.
In the last couple of days I’ve obtained the IP address the computer address and the IPad serial number the anonymous threats to me have been made from. I did not bring kids into this, someone else did and I hope everyone supports Jeanette in that decision.
I’m still trying to work out why these people who claim to dislike me so much visit this site every day and in more than one case subscribe to the RSS feed. It’s all very strange.
Really, accuse me all you want, the truth I accept, but have ovaries big enough to sign your name to what you have to say rather than skulk around hiding behind anonymous messages to me.
This is the sort of crap that arrives on my comments page, anonymous of course. Except there is not such thing on the internet.
“You forgot to include how you are a sad fuck who will meet a sad end, love to lie, have bad sex, pretend that you’re worthwhile, and physically abuse 10 year old that you try to compete with you worthless piece of shit.”





