Had he had a car at the time we met, I would have 'bust the windows' of his car, (well now he drives a BMW apparently). Mr X. My Muse. The reason that my MPV is my form of therapy. But then again, I might have to thank him for indirectly inspiring me. These days, I speak very little of Mr X. Of course, X is for-exterminated; exiled and excluded. His first name is actually D. D for dangerous, devil's son, destroyer and of course, Douchebag. (But why am I so mad?). I am not. I actually upgraded him from dirtbagville by almost 50%. He has some redeeming qualities that offer him some humanity. Thanks to Mr X I realised my own deep sitted issues with myself. I also learnt more about male behaviour and the dos and don'ts of 'relationships'. That's if you want to have one. But sadly, I really did like Mr X, (and fell very hard). I will admit I still do. But we all know what is said about males like Mr X..... Maybe someday, hopefully in this lifetime....?...
If I could afford it, I would have a therapist, but I have got my MPV...