
Originally Posted by
tarquinbeech
Like a new marriage, everything will be hunky-dory for 6 months, a year...maybe two.
It'll be fun watching her in those ***y pencil skirts with matching leather thigh-high boots, make-up, long flowing hair that smells of lavender.
She's attentive in bed...and out, candle-lit dinners with red wine....she even brings a beer to you when you're sat in the garden and pretends to watch the footy with you and coos with delight when you explain the off-side rule.
Pretty soon you'll notice that she's packing on a few pounds, wears a sack to bed with week-old eyeliner caked to her slightly puffy face.
You're pretty sure she's banging your mate and your bank balance looks oddly light......you are now watching footy in the spare bedroom/office, on low volume so as to not upset the screeching harridan that is sat with her soiled feet wrapped in a blankie...watching Corrie.
The last time you saw any poontang was when you sneaked an hour of NaughtyHousewives.com when she went down to Asda for another 2 litre of Gutrot Cider....her 3rd that day.
You remember wistfully the day you met...you look at the pics....it seems so long ago now....you contemplate another divorce, but you haven't got the strength ......or the money left......at least Notts are on the up, you tell yourself, as you contemplate joining Tarkers under that palm tree.....she won't notice you're gone if you sneak out quietly.
Oops, back on topic...Yes it's great having new owners and a hungry new manager, I'm along for the ride....COYP
ps She's even started farting in bed...and you have to keep the windows open, even in winter....the heating bills are killing you, but at least you can breath