Fucked a mates Mum at a party. And then again at her house a week later. Husband found out, no names mentioned though, and they divorced a year later. Mate was devastated and I spent many an unhappy evening in the pub as he sobbed his heart out.
Sorry Steve.
(He still doesn't know)
Fucked a mates Mum at a party. And then again at her house a week later. Husband found out, no names mentioned though, and they divorced a year later. Mate was devastated and I spent many an unhappy evening in the pub as he sobbed his heart out.
Sorry Steve.
(He still doesn't know)
Is she a lesbian now?Fucked a mates Mum at a party. And then again at her house a week later. Husband found out, no names mentioned though, and they divorced a year later. Mate was devastated and I spent many an unhappy evening in the pub as he sobbed his heart out.
Sorry Steve.
(He still doesn't know)
You can be forgiven anything but this, the greatest crime against male humanity. You will burn in hell.I once secretly started seeing the girl my mate had liked for about a year. Then when it came out, our friendship ended but so did the relationship with the girl soonafter.
Saw him about a decade after it, he said “Ah forget about it”. But we’ve never been mates since.
Ive married twoChrist, we've all done that.
I’m sure there’s support groups available for victims of that sort of child abuse.I once let my older cousin’s boyfriend take me to the swamp in the mid 80’s, stood amongst the rag inbreeds in the Stretford end watching the likes of Whiteside and Olsen.
I should really blame my dad for not stopping it, as I was only 10...but nevertheless it happened and I felt dirty. Regretted it ever since.
This will inevitably lead to ‘rag’ accusations. Trust me, whatever you say won’t make me feel any worse about it.
Apparently victims often blame themselves for the abuse inflicted on them. This fits the bill. Thanks mate.I’m sure there’s support groups available for victims of that sort of child abuse.
Seek help. That kind of memory can scar you and eat away at your subconscious.
At least you’ve made a start by talking about it here and now.
We need to see the photo.My 1974 wedding photo
Wife looks gorgeous but I’m wearing flares, massive lapels on jacket, big collared shirt, kipper tie and platform shoes.
FFS!
Wanker should have had it inserted somewhere painful. These weirdo types end up abusers or serial killers often. You wre doing a public service mate. I never really get on with anything below 5 irons anywayI grew up beside a public golf course and we would skip on at the 3rd and play. One day, I was about 14 and as I was preparing to take a shot I noticed a little field mouse sitting cleaning it's it's face with its front feet. A guy was walking along the rough with a stick looking for list golf balls and he saw me looking down and could see something moving. He asked what's that. A wee mouse I replied. He then swung the stick and hit the little mouse on the side of its head, taking a patch of its head off. It writhed in agony and died. He was laughing at this. . I felt sick and the red mist descended, I took my 4 iron and swung it down on his head. He moved his head to the side and I smacked it, spitting it open. He turned and ran and I followed him and swung again to hit the back of his head, I missed his head and struck him on the back, breaking my club.
I have often thought about that and felt deep shame that I wasted my favourite club on the ****. Never had another like it.
Ive married two