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Ok I think thhe agnger is starting to kik in now. Which is hard cos I don't want to lose him entirely but I know how sharp my tongue can be. But I'm feeling a biit fuck you this morning because I'm grieving the loss of a life I had. No more short walks to the station or tesco express or peter pans npises. And I'm angry I've lost that. But I have to remind myself that I am better than him. I have a fucking heart and he doesn't. He is now destined for a life of mediocrity, of never pleasing his parents, of dating some ugly girl who likes olly murs he probably went to school with or some dried up old legal secretary. His isea of excitement is a fucking beano to portsmouth. Ha! I'm already looking at plane tickets to l.a. We shall see who comes out on top eh?