1 July 2011

Shitty Ex-Husbands.

This is the voice of an older single parent.  Everybody knows one.  We're not all born on Council Estates and we are severely under-represented or mis-represented.
And another please...

The term 'Single Mum' conjures up such images as a young girl with offspring, sometimes of various parenthood, broke and scrounging off the State, but this is also unfair.

It was never meant to be this way.  Some of us were married to the father(s) of our children, even before we were pregnant!  And the marriage broke down and we were left lumbered with the demands of our Darling Angels alone.

Plus the demands of a shitty ex - husband.

Mine is probably not one of the worst, however he is mean and spiteful and controlling and that's why I divorced him.

Of course, he will never forgive me.  He thinks I will 'come to my senses' and 'we will re-marry.'

Did I mention he must be deranged?

Technically, perhaps, it could be said I am an Ex-WAG, but I think that is too mis-leading to write, so I won't.

My shitty ex-husband, as we shall refer to him, was, indeed, a famous Sportsman in his time, but seeing as we are ancient and I didn't even know him then and it was before the term had even been invented and his sport - Rugby - was still amateur and the lack of cash for his 'lifetime of graft' still rankles him, then it is absolutely wrong to use that expression.

However, I think it is appropriate to bring it up, for the size of his ego, his inability to behave in a normal fashion (what first attracted me to him and ultimately what still drives me mad about him) and his willingness for the world only to revolve around him are entirely and exactly, I think, why I was to become a single mum.

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