(November 1, 2021 at 5:30 pm)The Valkyrie Wrote:(October 31, 2021 at 5:20 pm)Oldandeasilyconfused Wrote: Yeah, I got away with that for years when I was married with all sorts of shit. Until I didn't.
I was over 50 before I became fully confident to help myself--------2000. Arrived in Dublin from Galway on a Friday night. A day early ,and my Youth Hostel booking was for Saturday. I began to panic. Then I thunk "Am I going to die? Probably not. What's the worst case scenario?--- Well Ok then" I've been fine ever since***
I'm entralled by this story.
Don't leave me in suspense!
Did you die?
Did I die? Of course, repeatedly over many years (12 actually, but it seemed much longer).
First time was when I accidently got drunk when we were out. Herself's hippy dippy friend had made mead. What can I say.
I am 5 feet 10.5 inches. My wife was five feet and half an inch, with a tempter like a kindly one (look it up)
She drove home. Not a word. Next morning it was " I am not your fucking chauffer! When we go out, I expect you to leave in the same condition in which you arrived. If you do not, I'll fucking leave you there!"
That kind of thing didn't happen often, thank goodness.
