We were friends for ages. Eventually his relationship ended. I asked him out for a drink. He agreed and he picked me up in his blue Ford Escort. To put it bluntly, it was quite a physical Sunday afternoon and that particular model has quite a small cubic capacity. He stated that he "didn't want a girlfriend." We didn't have a second date. I then found out that he was stepping out with a female member of his friendship group and they'd got together whilst holidaying abroad. So, he'd basically lied and used me. I called him out on it and we fell out.
Let's fast forward to the late 1990s. We still work for the Met. He's now living part-time with his girlfriend in central London. There's a leaving do, we both get hammered. He walked me back to Charing Cross Station. We got off with one another. At work on Monday I couldn't look at him in the face, an incident which he shouted right back at me in 2012. His words were: "I was in love with you but you couldn't even look at me!?"
For better or worse I become this guy's side piece during the late 1990s. It makes me feel totally worthless. He once said "if you get pregnant, I want you to have an abortion." My friends despised him. In March 2000 I met the man who would later become my husband. He told me never to meet Mr GB again. I agreed.
As the years went on I blocked and unlocked Mr GB. Even when I moved back to south-east London from south-west we didn't see one another. He was always there, waiting to pounce. We kept in touch though. He left the Met, gained a MSc in IT and ended up working for a bank. He started coining it in. This is where he met his future wife, whom he married in 2006. They went on to have three children. He had a dalliance with a much younger woman at some strange, he split with his wife, but they soon reconciled - well, the family house was worth a cool £1.2m.
I once met him for a drink. Things happened. I regretted it immediately. My marriage was sexually barren. He wanted more - it was just physical though. When I challenged him I got shouted at: "we were never in a relationship! You're merely a friend I've known for nearly thirty years!" I was once arguing with him on WhatsApp in September 2022 whilst on one of my mental health online sessions and I'd forgotten to mute my mike. Apparently I'd been sobbing hysterically.
When my husband died I unblocked him. Mr BG was kind. Well, in a manipulative way. He wanted to videochat and by that, I mean ask me to strip. His idea was that he'd be able to 'help out' and provide me, advising widow, with sexual services in my own home. The very place my husband had dropped down dead in. Like I said, he's a thoughtful guy. I admonished and blocked him.
One Sunday afternoon I got pissed. I was so angry that I told his wife all about it. I bizarrely did this via LinkedIn's messaging platform. Cue me blocking his number and then receiving messages from her, him - the whole shebang. He threatened me on the messaging system, which I duly blocked. He then sent a letter to my home address stating that he had to physically restrain his wife from driving over to my house. My son was terrified so the school's Safeguarding team were duly informed. The heartbreaking thing was that my son thought that this man was his biological father. He wasn't, he's my husband's child.
The contents of the letter blamed me for splitting up his young family, I'd be named in the divorce papers and stared that he knew where my parents lived and had evidence of my 'affairs' with two of my male colleagues. He then told me that it was illegal to share any intimate images of himself with his wife/others [due to the fact that my marriage was physically moribund, we'd exchanged photographs] I contacted the Police. After a bit of chasing, a PC contacted me and then duly spoke to Mr BG. I was assured that if Mr BG ever put any of the photos I'd sent him into the public domain that it was an offence.
A year has now gone by. According to Companies House they're still together. How nice for them - I wish them the best.
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