The story repost from Lizzie Forshaw about having high standards with men. Jeff your husband rinsed you and was DM’ing Holly Henderson behind your back
. Then there was Jake whose a violent scum bag with teeth like Stanley park railings. Would hate to see what you considered low standards
Lying in bed in an empty house on a Sunday afternoon, cackling into your phone to strangers on the internet. Your child’s at her dads. Your only mates are from the internet. Your business is an empty shop of tatt, paid for by government grants (a government you claim to hate). You have an endless trail of ex’s you all claim are narcissists. Instead of your child having sleepovers at home with friends, you have sleepovers at your ex’s mums (the ex you gave herpes to). What a life. But we’re all jealous. Talk about delusional