I don't have any exes who are ducks (yes, I know, that was bad), but I do have one who is pure evil. His name is Mad James, and what a surprise, he called me yesterday. With more inconsistent information about who he's dating - he's always just broken up with someone when he phones me, it's now Claire again, whom he's been dating for two years and it's so terrible (subtext : TAKE ME BACK) - but what about when you called me two months ago and you'd just broken up with Amy? (But then, he's cheated on me, I found out that I was the third girl to receive his engagement ring, which also turned my skin green. So that may be the truth.)
There's been worse. And funnier. Compulsive liars can be hilarious when they're inconsistent. The time he called me when his house was on fire and he was having an asthma attack (erm, surely your first port of call would be 999?), when he'd just got in contact with his daughter, who is about the same age as me (I'm nine years younger than Mad J), the dead wife scandal (he's really sad about it, he can remember seeing his wife slip away - but he can't remember her name or how she died). Oh, and when he tried to visit me, that was brilliant. I'm in the midlands, he lives near Middlesbrough. Either he lied about it, or he actually went to Newcastle, which is in the opposite direction.
It's not a lie that Mad J doesn't just emotionally abuse women (don't get me started), but physically abuses them. He told me in graphic detail about how he beat up two women. (Is this meant to impress me?) I've heard from his housemates that they've actually talked to at least one of the women, and this is true. I was lucky to escape.
I've told TheWorldsBaddest from this very forum to go and beat the fucker up. Why are people like Mad J allowed to exist!?
Edited by user 27 December 2009 23:36:14(UTC)
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