My first missus attacked my with a lump of 4 X 2, cut my head and broke my collar bone. I knocked her out, called her old man to collect the garbage. Never saw her again thank ****.
I used to go out with a ballet dancer in my yoot, She was half Iranian and ****ing smoking hot. Only a pint size lass but she was fit as ****. One MAJOR problem though, she was a ****ing nutter and dangerously unhinged. She never got violent with me, but she did nearly kill me once when she decided she wanted to go home after a row and grabbed the steering wheel of my car and mounted the pavement. Another time we had a row she nearly killed herself at a railway station. She screamed at me on the platform and then jumped down onto the tracks and crossed over to the other platform because she wanted to go home. I thought the stupid bitch was going to electrocute herself.
