R** suggests we get a lift to Streatham Vale in a can his sister has ordered.
My mobile battery is also dead.
P**** arrives with her baby daughter and her older daughter K***** next to her. I told R** the cabby wouldn’t take us all, but he was having none of it.
Anyway, I sit in the third seat in the back. R** gets in the front. As predicted the cabby starts moaning he can only take four passengers (even though the baby is on P****’s lap and not needing a seat).
I told R** I knew this would happen and get out. Next thing I know, is the fucking cab drives off with R** included.
I am left stranded in G**** H***. With only a tiny bit of cash to my name. It’s 2pm and I started to walk. When I get to the bus stop, none of the buses are goi f in my direction.
So I walk the 10 minute car journey, which takes fucking hours.
I read my book ‘A Piece of Cake’ whilst walking. I stopped the park for a smoke (heroin).
I really want to go to W****’s mum’s house, bang on the door and slap him in the face something silly.
But it’ll be 3pm, so I don’t want to risk it as his children will be there.
At Streatham Vale I get the bus to Mitcham and reach at 4.30pm. Charge my phone and text R** telling him I have one word for him. Wanker.
He replies ‘sorry bout that. Did you get back ok?’. I told him I had to fucking walk. He replied ‘you just jumped out the cab, didn’t give me much chance to think, much less react. Or else I would have gone with you’. Then ‘you just left and the driver drove off. I didn’t really get much chance’ .
He’s a big strong man. He could have said stop. I’m so vexed and my abuse continues. R** texts ‘you impulsively jumped out, saying I’m off, and I’m getting grief for it. What happened last night?’ Ummm the Facebook incident??
He just doesn’t get it does he? I finally get through to him and he says ‘sorry. Again. As usual I know. But I mean it’. I tell him to fuck off and leave me alone.
R** ‘I DON’T WANT TO’ I repeat myself. ‘I LOVE YOU’
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