Hello fellow bloggers 👋
Is anybody out there? It’s been 3 years since my last post and so much has changed in that time. I would like to share my journey with you. It has been one of chaos, suffering, good times and bad, transformation and new paths in life.
I hope you will join me on this journey.
Sending peace, love and light 🌻🌸🌍
He was a narcissistic and controlling, physically violent arsehole who thought he was the best thing since sliced bread. He was an absolute nob.
He used many different names and told so many lies. He was Pakistani with a pale complexion and would tell people he was Spanish or Italian.
When it came to the ladies he thought he was the best looking man in the world and would lie through his teeth infront of me.
One time he told my mother he was taking me to a soft ball place but he didn’t tell her he was actually leaving me there on my own while he disappeared for an hour.
When he came back there was a young woman on the front desk, he started chatting her up telling her that he was a single dad and that my mother had died.
As we walked away he kept looking back at her and told me to wave. He told me to wait there as he ran back to her like a fucking scene out of Romeo and Juliet passing her his number.
We had a lot of people that would stay over at our house. It was a strange environment with odd behaviour and confusing events.
One time we had a married Pakistani couple stay with us over a period of time. I don’t know why they were there which at first seemed all friendly and nice. Until one day I was in the kitchen playing with the woman while my mother was out when my dad came in sniffing around and being his usual dirty slimey self. He started flirting and tickling her. She questioned if I should be in the same room as I was sat, playing with my toys next to them on the floor. His response was that I wouldn’t tell and that I didn’t understand. They started kissing and I was told to leave the kitchen finally after being sat there feeling upset at what I was seeing and to shut the door on my way out. He was in there for a while while I sat in silence in the other room. When he came out he went rushing off looking like a dirty cheating bastard.
When my mother returned I was upset and told her what had happened. They denied it and he beat my mother up while I was downstairs listening to the bangs and thumps through the floorboards. It was swept under the carpet. She then fell pregnant with his child and it all came out when my mother unknowingly helped her to book an abortion and then the penny finally dropped. It all kicked off into arguments with the husband finally ending up trying to slit his wrists on the kitchen floor. This man then went on to sexually abuse me that night.
Another great memory during one of those wonderful (sarcasm) visits to Pakistan, he thought he would take me to the beech telling me we were going with a friend of his and her children but not to tell my mother. When we got there, this Pakistani woman with 4 children all sat glaring at me whilst eating on a blanket at the top of a cliff overlooking the beech. This woman was being off with my father and I could sense there was a problem. I was told to go down to the beech with the children. When I got to the bottom I looked back up and could see the slimey rat kissing and hugging her.
Well…when we got back to his family’s house in Rawal Pindi, Pakistan, my mother was upset with him and wanted to know where we had been. I told her we had been to the beech, with a woman and some kids and dad was kissing and cuddling her. I was angry and upset after what I had seen.
She broke down and he started laughing at her calling her names and telling her it was lies. She snapped and picked a knife up holding it infront of him shouting and screaming. This was the first and only time I saw her stick up for herself. He left saying he was going out and she locked herself in the bathroom leaving me on my own for about an hour feeling ashamed of myself and guilty for telling the truth.
Well that was a set of destructive lessons, thanks
He thought I was stupid a lot of the time time and because I was quiet he would say “she doesn’t understand”.
Other times I had to sit in the car for hours at a time waiting for the loser after he disappeared into a house. Obviously being a creep.
Well thanks for being such a great fucking example of the worst piece of shit and this is only a snippet of your twisted personality.
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