Sunday, February 22, 2009

Is this a whine?

I have a fantasy that one day, at work, the boss will call me over saying there's a phone call for me.
It'll be one of the kids' schools saying that BIFF didn't collect him from school.
I'll phone my parents to collect the kids urgently and I'll call a taxi to take me home.
I'll get home and there'll be no sign of him here.
I collect the kids from my parents house (round the corner, about 100yards) from mine, and give them their tea and eventually they go to bed.
At 11pm, as I'm watching TV, there's a ring on the doorbell and the police are there, telling me that they found BIFF dead somewhere, and I need to collect my car from wherever he left it.
I'm a truly horrible person & mother for wishing that, but he's treated me in a truly horrible way, for a very long time.


country mouse said...

I doubt you're the only woman ever to have had that fantasy.

Hang in there : )

Anonymous said...

I don't know what BIFF means, but I think I've had the same fantasy.

one little simitopian said...

Leave him. Quick! Now!
Life is too short to put up with being treated horribly.Don't you deserve happiness? Your kids will also benefit from having a happy mother. I really wish you the best of luck <3

Anonymous said...

Girl. i dream it daily just never put it to words.

Liz Lancs said...

BIFF is Big Idle Fat F*cker... because he is!

Kim said...

Life's too short to be so miserable, girl! Your BIFF stories make me appreciate my single-ness. Chin up, ok? ((((hugs))))