Slay Ride
Just hear those fuel pumps priming
Splish splash sploshing too
Come on its lovely fuelling
On a slay ride together with you
Those tears are falling
And you keep saying “Boo hoo!”
Come on its your devaluing
When I need that fuel from you
Your cheeks are nice and rosy
And your nose is bleeding too
But I’ll pretend I’m sorry
Even after I’ve hit you
Please don’t leave me now
I’ll change and I’ll come through
Because I become nothing
When I am without your fuel
I’ve got some lovely mud here
Which I’m going to smear
All over your reputation
Because you are no longer here
You’ve betrayed me again
And walked out of the door
So that’s why I’m telling everybody
That you are a total whore
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This is very well done, HG. One only needs to read in ‘between the lines’ to understand the concept.
This reminded me of ‘The Haunted Chamber’ article.
Both articles depict totally different meanings, yet it is still about narcissism and the affects on the narcissist (unconsciously / consciously – depending on the schools) and the affects on ‘victims’.
As I haven’t been a “good girl” this year, I am ‘done for’…..
Now I know that all the “ruined” and “awful” holidays with the IPPS were 100% his fault. She was probably slaving away to make a nice dinner while he was whinging to me about it.
BC30, you have a unique perspective. I appreciate your comments very much.
Ditto! Poor subservient wife posting how gladly surprised she was that he showed up two days early at the vacation house for Christmas when he said he needed to finish work, when in reality, his plan to hoover ME while she was away failed, and that’s why he finally arrived early. Sad, sad, Christmas… TO YOU.
It’s Christmas time once again at the Tudor Manor!!! Yeah!! 🎅🏻 x