She asks me what is wrong with me today.
I make the school boy error of sending her the following txt. I suppose at the time I just wasnt in the mood for the usual "nothings wrong" game. Yes there is something fucking wrong and Im going to just spit it out. DOH DOH, should know better DOH.
Insecure
Neglected
Inadequate
Lonely
Tired
Bored
Skint
Sexually frustrated.
She tells me she was very upset at this and spend considerable time crying, telling her mum, our eldest daughter and crying some more. Now, im all the bad bastards under sun.
I should have know better. School boy error number 991
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