I didn’t go out on the Saturday, it was the Mathew Street festival, first time i haven’t been in a few years, i could have gone out with my friends on the Sunday, i wish i had, but  a friend from Birkenhead had asked me to go to a bbq she had been invited to. I got to my friends about three o clock, problems with the trains made my journey take longer, we had a coffee then got to the bbq about four o clock. I felt a bit awkward at first as i didn’t know anyone, but we sat with a couple of women and i soon got chatting and after a couple of vodkas relaxed. I think it was about half past nine when my friends husband came to pick us up, she said for me to stay but i said no i’ll go home with you. Everything was fine as i thought, when we got to her house she took me to sit in the conservatory, she poured me a vodka from the bottle she bought me, then as soon as i sat down she let me have it, firing insults and damning questions at me about how i live and who i see. So i let her have it too, bringing me all the way over there to do that, if she had a problem with me and didn’t like my lifestyle she shouldn’t have invited me, not that it’s got anything to do with her. I had already told her in previous telephone calls i had had enough of people telling me who i should be with and how to live my life. Some people are so smug about their life, and have short memories, they think because they’re part of a couple or family unit they’re above me, her included, needless to say she is no longer my friend and wont be missed.

Because of what happened i went and stayed the night at my  sister Hazels, they were at a bbq too, i came home with my niece, we got a lift, the others had to wait for a taxi. We had a good chat when we got home about what had happened and other things, she’s of the same mind as me.

On Monday we didn’t do anything, they’ve just got back from holiday and still tidying up, ugh i know that too well. We went for a pub meal about five o clock, that was nice, i had soup to start and the salmon in lemon butter, Hazel and Chris had chicken, Asleigh had a veggie korma and Nicola had pizza. We came back about half past seven, Hazel and Chris were going to the pub quiz later, they dropped me off at the train station on their way.

During the evening i recieved a text asking was this my number, it turned out to be an ex boyfriend from three maybe four years ago, ha blooming cheek. It started off just friendly but then the cheeky texts started, i don’t know who he thinks he is but i ignored those, he wanted to meet up but i told him i hadn’t forgotten why we broke up. I should have told him he was one of the worst and meanest boyfriends ever and he was another one i was well rid of. Eventually after a couple of days pleading he gave up, said he was going to try and make the relationship he was in work, he must have thought i was going to drop everything and welcome him back with open arms. Well he got his eye wiped too.

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