Originally Posted by
AOTB:
“You could show her a video of Lee in a room sticking pins into a voodoo Casey doll, whilst simultaneously trying to 'Fanny Rat' her mum, gran and best friends, and composing a song of hate to her all at the same time, and she would still go running the moment he clicks his fingers.
She is John Terry's wife, basically.
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She want's him. She's decided he's 'her man', and she's going to make bluddy sure she gets him.
Ironically that part I don't find sad and pathetic. She's as single-minded and unshakable as a Jack Russell with a jaw full of screaming man leg.
There is no way in hell she's ever going to let go. No amount of declared love for a woman more beautiful than her. No amount of bullsh1t falling from the mouth of the one she's claimed. No amount of confusion, deceit or humiliation will encourage her to relinquish her designs on him. Ok fair enough.
But no, I'm not interested in the poor me victim tears. As my Nan would say, "you make your bed and you have to lie in it." Even if the sheets are still warm from him screwing a woman more beautiful than you in it, ten minutes earlier.
And of course we all know it's a forgone conclusion that that is going to be her Hello headline in two or three months time.