It’s Friday night I’m sitting on my own again with no money, wifeys off out with her pals from work. My life is absolute f****** s***, nobody knocks on the door asking if I want to go out or how am I? I’d kill myself but I can’t because my priority in life is my wifes happiness and safety.

I haven’t had a drink with blokey mates in over ten years, friendless childless p**** whipped. I’m starting to believe the hyperbole that maybe I am an absolute c***, total strangers on the street already told me I’m a c***. Wifey says I go into dark places inside my own head.

I make light of it, I’m self educated I used to read books n s***. For want of a better word I’m a neer do well. Nothing challenges me I’m bored all the time. Wifey will come home tell me to f*** up because I’ll do her head in. Thats my life on a plate, shut up f*** up f*** off.