The lowest form of life...

...is the person who represents himself as your friend, whilst all the time, yearning after your honey. I have, or more accurately had, a friend who did exactly this.

I watch football and it seems to upset various women, that I go to the games. Two reasons for this, one you need “male” time and second, you need a separate identity from your honey. Guys who give up on this and just cave in on every demand their girlfriend makes just end up cuckolded anyway ~ I’ve seen it happen. It’s not like I don’t take her out to dinner at least weekly, same for movies, same for theatre, comedy clubs, as well as, believe it or not ~ weekly dancing lessons.

But still she’s pissed at football, but that’s unlucky, see above.

So when you find out your “friend” has been going round her house for dinner, or taking her “shopping” because ‘you’re not there’ you find yourself mightily pissed. (Especially when he hides it from you, so nothing suspect there !!)

God, if she’d got drunk and slept with someone, okay, it happens; but this, from a “friend” is so insidious. Well he’s gone, no second chances, never speak to the fucker again. As for her, she has to see how out of order this is.

And before you get all Freudian, I used to be quite happy when the wife went off on holiday with her sis to various European sex destinations like Ibiza, or Amsterdam, so NO, it’s not jealousy or insecurity. It’s just great anger at a former friend, bewilderment she can’t seem to see it’s out of order, and disappointment in myself for not seeing a reptile, writ large.