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Hi

I've been here for a while now, but not many of you know me and I don't know many of you, but reading Tight's ramblings has inspired me to do this and whether it goes on or ends in tears here I really have no idea but here's the intro and believe me this has been hard to do, it's like baring a of the soul but it has to be done.
Most folks know me as Supernova, my real name is Sharon, or Shaz,Shazbat,Shaznee,Shazza etc etc.
I'm 50 (on a normal day I look 40, on a bad day 89 I'm told)  and I'm single now after 2 divorces and a live in lover that was my best friend until we lived together and I thought was the real thing but turned out to be anything but.
I found poker about 18 months ago via the tv set when i was a bit tipsy, it looked like fun so I created an account, an alias, had a go, ran up the most humongous phone bill and for the first time in years was as happy as a pig in shit.
The problem was my now ex who had had the life of riley for 10 yrs lying on a sofa doing erm nothing ( yes I mean exactly that, squidley dick, fckall, jack shit) who decided quite rightly in his opinion it was a threat,and it had to stop.
So, one night. I've come in from work, he's in the pub as usual, and I am playing a satellite. He comes in, walks straight past doesn't speak( that's normal) goes to the shed I assume, and I suddenly get a strange feeling all is not well. It's not, I turn my head to see him standing there with a fooking huge pick axe.
Move he said, if you love me...........I won't go into the rest but yes the computer got it, as did I and we are no longer together.
I am still learning poker but like the people I have come across I'm in love again, I've won enough to buy amongst other things  a beautiful new computer, made some great friends (Mich that's you:-P) and for the first time in years I have a life, what has happened before and in between has been a rollercoaster.  Maybe I will get to share that with you all, we will see.
Thank you Tighty for the courage and Michelle for leading me here for my first steps.

-xXx-

I'm gonna kill myself, it's because of all the diary's on here, my blood is on your hands.

ffs don't!!!

you guys have been an inspiration and I have never been happier, well mostly an inspiation when I can work out the f in abbreviations I'll be bloody ecstatic lmfao :hello: ;thankyou;

Wow, nice start 'The axeman cometh'.

 ;popcorn;

Think this could be good,anyway  :hello: and ;welcome;

Its all my fault, sorry.

Has the potential to be my favourite diary. Good luck.

You were the axeman?

:dontask:

FYP

gl

And not a single mention of me hmmphh ;hide; ;shame;

btw yr computer needed ;technophobe; 

 :hello:

coockoocachoo?

Nice one hunni - when i first started to read it I though "oh heck this story has the potential to be 10 pages long"   :P

Now for my diarrrryyyy      chocolate, poker, fags, cricket, fetishes and dancing.    OK there, done, diary posted he he.

Chat soon chicka

xx

Ive always said the diarys on here were great and i love them all

can we hear a bit more about the fetishes now please?

No offence Ian, I would have mentioned you but I know what a quiet unassuming guy you are but oh go on then, ty ty ty to you to xxx and of course to everyone else without it sounding like the oscars....

I think I'm going to enjoy being here, nice people slightly bonkers and oh yeah Mich can lead the way on fetishes I think....after you chick, hehe...

You cant be a true poker addict if you let him axe the PC LOL

Look forward to meeting you at the next blonde bash Sharon :-)

I could tell you but they would kill me  ;whistle;

LOL well he had to got through me to get to it but I did try!! It was a while before I could listen to "Careful with that axe Eugene" without getting goosebumps though ;D



Mich, you never did tell me how you got permission to install the chocolate smeared dancing pole on the cricket pitch....ummm.....

chat soon chicka indeed hehe,

my mates dad says he wants careful with that axe Eugene to be played at his funeral cos he says it goes on for about an hour and he wants everyone to have to sit through the whole song :D

Well it's almost 12 months since axe swinging Friday.
It was grim for about a week with no poker as looking back that really was all I had in my life at that time as so called friends deserted me one by one as the axeman poisoned them all with untrue stories that were so ridiculous I can't even begin to repeat.
My parents split when I was 4 years old, my father met another woman because he said my mother spent too much time with me when I was born very premature with a hole in the heart, it was 3 months before I was out of hospital, then she was diagnosed with cancer of the womb and so I was the only one.
As my parents departed this mortal coil many years ago, I place great importance on my friends although I probably don't tell them that. So these events devastated me a bit and when it came to leaving work at 5.30 the day before Xmas Eve to going back in the New Year apart from seeing strangers milling around Tesco's etc I saw 2 people for just a few hours, the two best friends I had left outside of work who knew the truth and were amazing to me.
But I deviated there sorry, back to the week after the axe which only the disruption of the crime squad taking statements & photo's and adding security keeping my mind off things for a little while.
Luckily most of it was carried out while he was in custody and before he was let out.
The police assured me I'd be safe and not to worry as they had warned him not to come to close or he would be in trouble.
When they came to do the last security checks they insisted I had to press charges so he would think twice about repeating in the future which I agreed to. Then they let him off with a caution as it was his first offence and proved to them he had somewhere else to live.
"That was quick" I said.
"Yes, don't worry he's going to go and live with his father for a while"'
"Erm, did he tell you where his father lived?" I casually asked.
"No" was the reply.
"Why, where is it?"
"Number 31" I said
"If you look at the front door, you will see that this is number 35" I added.
.....oops.
I can smile about it now, but I was nervous for some time, jumping at strange noises, dashing to and from the car, checking the bushes etc etc, I bet the neighbours thought I had truly lost the plot.
He came back just the once. He could not understand why I would not let him in. It was like nothing had happened. After all it was my fault, playing poker most nights instead of waiting on him hand and foot.
"Well" he said, "I'll see you in court for half the house" etc etc.
Not again I thought, it's usually the other way round, this will be the 3rd and I'm not even Joan Collins.
I'd already dropped most of his stuff off in bin bags except for one which I thought I should keep for a while as I thought if things got nasty it might help me to keep the house.
I intend keeping it until the house is sold ( I have great timing btw, what a time to want to move quickly).
The bag is another story in itself, which will have to wait as it will take a bit of explaining and I have thrown 4 drafts in the bin already.
So I move on in life, happy, sad, and the challenges ahead, and of course, the fifth draft.

Happy Axiversary!

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