Pissed again You poor old thing.

Why are you throwing your life away?

Throwing me away with your foul temper and your whisky breath.

50 is not that old y’know.

I would’ve loved you despite the years.

You could have called to say I love you, I miss you.

But you missed the only day I was here.

Because you were staggering & muttering to yourself.

I know because your neighbour told me.

Why do I feel so hideously angry ..

You bastard you.

I walk away wishing I’d told you you lost the best thing you ever had.

I used the very expensive perfume you gave me for my birthday in a matter of weeks. Small sense of satisfaction.

I’ll be alone & seethe when I remember how you put me down at every opportunity.

And when I remember how you bit people at a champagne breakfast. Unbelievable.

You bastard.