Finally, my housemate has now returned from her holidays and is staying put for a while! She spent a week in Abu Dhabi, came home for one night and then flew out again for a week in Cyprus! And she has come back horribly tanned… Bitch! Any way, back to reality for her and let “normality” commence.
I may actually be able to start my new single life as of this weekend. Mo (my house mate) has invited me to a bar in town Friday night…. With her friends. I haven’t been out in a group for weeks, oh dear, come to think of it, it’s been months! I don’t think I can call myself a 21 year old single woman…. I swear I am more like a 40 year old! Such a boring life I lead, oh well, things will change! I wonder if I can actually pull off a social life?! It shall certainly be an interesting night.
The past couple of nights I have had some pretty bizarre dreams involving my soon to be ex husband. The first of these took place over a weekend… The Friday night (for some bizarre unknown reason) I appeared to have gotten back together with him and was staying back at our old flat in his bed… with him. Not a nice image from what I remember. The next morning he got violent towards me, in front of his 7 year old son (who looked horrified), also not a nice thing from what I recall. That evening I escaped (again!).
Then last night was an even more bizarre dream! The strangest part of it was the car I owned… It was a white Peugeot estate, a very old rust bucket version! Believe me, I have some class when it comes to cars and being a dream I would have hoped my car would have been a Lamborghini (or something in a similar price range!). Anyhow, back to the dream… I was walking down the street to where my white rust bucket was waiting to discover it had a flat tyre. Obviously as it was such a wonderful car (please note - SARCASM!) and I was very distressed with the flat tyre. A man approached me from behind and put his hand firmly on my shoulder, “Hey honey, it will all be ok, I can get you to a garage and we’ll have this sorted for free.”
I looked round to see Dale’s face just inches from mine and I felt my heart stop. I glimpsed down and saw Jonathon (his son) stood looking up at me, he looked so pale and different to how I remember him. “Mummy, just get in the car, Daddy knows a someone who sells tyres.” As usual I fell for Jonathon’s big puppy dog eyes and felt guilty for leaving. Dale’s hand remained on my shoulder and next thing I know he is pushing me into the back seat of the car. He shuts the door and both Dale and Jonathon jump into the front seats of the car and we speed off. Fear soon take hold of me and as the car slows to go around a corner I open the door and jump. Despite still recovering from a broken leg, I jump from a moving car!
Then I woke up to hear my housemate getting home! I told you it was bizarre, but terrifyingly, I believe that he could potentially do. All though I certainly would never ever have a car like that!
I need a distraction... Lou should be back from holiday in a couple of days, I think sex might just about do it.
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