Transwidow - The Musical!

How I was talked off the ledge

Take pregnancy hormones, a fresh relocation from London to Duckfart, Nowhere, the realisation I had moved in with a Manbaby narcissist. One case in point: I had a few trophies and medals from my martial arts days. When I put a couple of them on display in the lounge, I was greeted with ‘Oh, right aye. They rewarded you for thuggery and fightin’ then?’ Away they went - I didn’t take them down, and they were disposed of. ‘I didn’t fucken TOUCH your trophies!’ The mask was beginning to slip, and badly. I’d get ‘you’re gettin’ awf’y fat.’ comments. And then he’d bring home cake, donuts and chocolate. Such a saboteur! And I, his willing bite-by-bite victim/accomplice.