Hermit83
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About a month ago I was beaten up by 3 guys that I met for the first time. Actually I was out to see my ex girlfriend/*****(?) and when I knocked the door some guy that I never saw before opened it and told me to get off. I wasn’t pissed off at all to see that guy in my ex’s house. Actually when I was going out with her I knew she messed other guys, but it didn’t matter as long as I considered her to be nothing but a steady lay.
Anyway… a few minutes later I found myself surrouned in a car park taking knocks by 3 bastards … They rearranged my face fine. I ended up on the floor my face being kicked very frankly with a saucepan until my ex would cover me with her hands and scream to stop it! I called the police and thanks God it took like 10 minutes before they arrived. The 3 guys finally were arrested and 2 days later we went on trial and one of them took 10 months jail being a recidivist, plus 1500 pounds compensation for me.
The day after the incident when my mum saw me she was scared, she thought some truck ran me over. I felt so guilty not having been able to even give a single punch… but anyway, that’s history now.
That story got me thinking a lot about what my situation is now… oh sorry I haven’t told you yet, I’m a 27 year old boy, still living with my mum, 2 brothers and a sister, used to work in a train station as an information assistant, but got fired intentionaly to be on welfare since I registered to Uni last year (doing a degree in languages) and have neither time to do both nor money to do without welfare…
Anyway… I don’t know why I’m writing this down, maybe to get things out…
What pisses me off most is the fact that I still feel like an adolescent. My mother keeps urging me to get married, have children and make a living. She doesn’t understand that at my age I still get myself involved in such childish fights, that I go out with kinky sluts, that I’m studying something that will probably lead me to nowhere…
Actually I have only told you one of my endless list of silly things that occurred to me and that I have done over the past 2 years. Among these, I slept with a married woman with two children, had a fight with her husband when he caught me in his house (fortunately I wasn’t naked), he beat me up, went back home with a swollen face, my mum was desperate… don’t know why I’m such a pussy, I can’t fight… I had a fight with my uncle and beat him up (but attacked him off-guard – I’m such a pussy I couldn’t have engaged in a fight face to face…), I stole somebody who considered me to be a very good friend, I stole in his house almost 7 grounds, I had to make a move, honeysuckle… I’m such a snake, I hate myself for being such…
Anyway… a few minutes later I found myself surrouned in a car park taking knocks by 3 bastards … They rearranged my face fine. I ended up on the floor my face being kicked very frankly with a saucepan until my ex would cover me with her hands and scream to stop it! I called the police and thanks God it took like 10 minutes before they arrived. The 3 guys finally were arrested and 2 days later we went on trial and one of them took 10 months jail being a recidivist, plus 1500 pounds compensation for me.
The day after the incident when my mum saw me she was scared, she thought some truck ran me over. I felt so guilty not having been able to even give a single punch… but anyway, that’s history now.
That story got me thinking a lot about what my situation is now… oh sorry I haven’t told you yet, I’m a 27 year old boy, still living with my mum, 2 brothers and a sister, used to work in a train station as an information assistant, but got fired intentionaly to be on welfare since I registered to Uni last year (doing a degree in languages) and have neither time to do both nor money to do without welfare…
Anyway… I don’t know why I’m writing this down, maybe to get things out…
What pisses me off most is the fact that I still feel like an adolescent. My mother keeps urging me to get married, have children and make a living. She doesn’t understand that at my age I still get myself involved in such childish fights, that I go out with kinky sluts, that I’m studying something that will probably lead me to nowhere…
Actually I have only told you one of my endless list of silly things that occurred to me and that I have done over the past 2 years. Among these, I slept with a married woman with two children, had a fight with her husband when he caught me in his house (fortunately I wasn’t naked), he beat me up, went back home with a swollen face, my mum was desperate… don’t know why I’m such a pussy, I can’t fight… I had a fight with my uncle and beat him up (but attacked him off-guard – I’m such a pussy I couldn’t have engaged in a fight face to face…), I stole somebody who considered me to be a very good friend, I stole in his house almost 7 grounds, I had to make a move, honeysuckle… I’m such a snake, I hate myself for being such…