I have had four straight days off work, not that work is busy at the moment but I have worked my butt off in these last four days, as well as having a lot of fun and being repeatedly reminded of how awesome my friends and family are! I got out there for a while and did some photography, excited to redo a similar set of shots I did many many years ago at the traditional 11th night bonfires. Very pleased with the results. My back garden was a jungle, it has reminders of Michael everywhere from the trench he started to dig in the dogs run and he didn't get very far with it when he broke his toe. Well when I say he broke it, in actual fact I believe that Harry his dog broke it when Michael went to have a 'discussion' with Harry about his behaviour. Drink had been taken, by Michael and not Harry, I had gone on to bed when I heard a lot of shouting, a few yelps, a mad growl (from Harry) and then silence. Michael appeared beside the bed, proceeded to strip off and get into bed being his usual obnoxious self when he has consumed almost two bottles of wine! Knowing how much I hate my feet being tickled he proceeded to attempt to do just that with his toes, so he was pushed away and my objections made! He eventually stopped and I had a struggle to get him to move over to his own side of the bed so I wasn't perched on the edge as I frequently was! Anyways, broken toe stopped the trench from being completed, it eventually was quite a few months later and it would appear he just scattered the soil he dug out of it all over the grass that was there, along with some ruddy big stones which almost buggered my lawn mower!
So the gardens which where supposed to be his responsibility, he had great plans afoot for them, he had started his vegetable plots and had potatoes, beet root, scallions, and some other stuff and since he couldn't exactly take them with him after I chucked him out for being a lying, cheating scumbag they have just grown wild. It turned into a bit of a Belfast garden strimmer massacre once I got the strimmer going and I just basically hacked my way through everything and I mean EVERYTHING! Gawd it felt good and smelt decidedly oniony!
The weeds didn't stand a chance once my three sexy gardeners arrived over the two days and between the four of us we kicked that gardens ass! I found the biggest frog ever and sent him on his merry way towards the little stream at the back of the house and I avoided the biggest slug ever by just covering him up and leaving him alone! Today I worked out there again on my own and while I still have a pretty daunting task ahead of me I felt very proud of what I have achieved. I ache from head to toe but no longer ache on the inside!
I have found out more things about Michael Barbour that would probably shock most people but now that I understand how he works they really don't surprise me at all, in fact I expected him to do exactly what he is doing, it comes as no surprise and to be honest I no longer care, I no longer can be hurt by him and his actions, he no longer matters to me. He is still feeding his ego through facebook posts that encourage others to praise him, tell him how wonderful he is and how amazing his photography is. He is getting his 'fix' and I feel sorry for his new victims, his feeders, who unknowingly are being duped by this mirage of a man.
I will talk less and less about him because it is no longer all about him, now my life is all about me, the person I am now and how my life has brought me to where I am today, the things that have shaped me and how I am burying the ghosts of my past.
The four days were not all about work, I did play, I did laugh, I did relax, I did learn, I did heal, I did cry (happy tears), I did it all surrounded by true friends and family. You know, the ones who love you unconditionally, the ones who you know do things for you with a happy heart and expect nothing in return and feel like you have given them a million dollars when you give them a hug! Those are the people I intend to keep in my life from now on!
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