Broken Into Pieces
Sorry about the drunken crying thing. I mean, I'm not taking it back or anything, still feel exactly the same in fact, but it was a tad unfair. Especially to those of you lovely enough to email your concern. I have spent an extensive amount of time crying this weekend, but I'm a little calmer now so probably owe you all an explanation:
I don't have any friends in Essex.
There you go, the problem in a nutshell. I moved to this common chavvy little county with Him, for the sake of Him and His beloved bloody family, and unfortunateol assumed I would find it as easy to make friends here as I always have everywhere else I've lived. In fact, it's proved impossible. It's now two and half years down the line, and the closest friends I've got are in London, and I don't even have the cash for a bus ticket up the road, let alone to our nation's capital.
I don't have any friends round here because they're all either thick shallow bimbettes with skirts as small as their brains, or else they're perfectly nice, but have had the same mates since they were 11 and don't have any interest in making any more. Honestly, it's the most bizarre thing. I LOVE meeting new people, but apparently round here unless you've been through school with someone, they don't qualify for more than a smile and a nod.
Even with His friends, they're nice to me when I'm there, but they have never made the slightest bit of effort to get to know me as anything more than His wife. Don't get me wrong, they chat, and they invite us to things as a couple, and they're perfectly pleasant, but they have no interest in including me in anything unless the invitation is as His 'plus one'. The only exception is Nambo, and he's off fighting illegal wars at the behest of Shrub and Bleurgh for most of the year.
And so I am excruciatingly lonely. I suspect that if things go on like this it may even cost me my marriage. I am a sociable person woith no social life. It's pathetic.
I don't have any friends in Essex.
There you go, the problem in a nutshell. I moved to this common chavvy little county with Him, for the sake of Him and His beloved bloody family, and unfortunateol assumed I would find it as easy to make friends here as I always have everywhere else I've lived. In fact, it's proved impossible. It's now two and half years down the line, and the closest friends I've got are in London, and I don't even have the cash for a bus ticket up the road, let alone to our nation's capital.
I don't have any friends round here because they're all either thick shallow bimbettes with skirts as small as their brains, or else they're perfectly nice, but have had the same mates since they were 11 and don't have any interest in making any more. Honestly, it's the most bizarre thing. I LOVE meeting new people, but apparently round here unless you've been through school with someone, they don't qualify for more than a smile and a nod.
Even with His friends, they're nice to me when I'm there, but they have never made the slightest bit of effort to get to know me as anything more than His wife. Don't get me wrong, they chat, and they invite us to things as a couple, and they're perfectly pleasant, but they have no interest in including me in anything unless the invitation is as His 'plus one'. The only exception is Nambo, and he's off fighting illegal wars at the behest of Shrub and Bleurgh for most of the year.
And so I am excruciatingly lonely. I suspect that if things go on like this it may even cost me my marriage. I am a sociable person woith no social life. It's pathetic.
posted by Mookmoo at 2:56 pm
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