Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!!
It's been awhile and loads has happened.
Mr Wonderful and I are still communicating. I am giving his friends a wide berth though. Just trying to keep my head down. I don't know if he is the man for me but I think he is Mr Right Now.
He surprised visited me in September and then visited me for my birthday. When he visits he stays in a hotel and it feels like a vacation.
My housemate and I moved into a new home together....big mistake. She is still a drunk and her sister has been shit stirring between us, I swear the sister is a narcissistic sociopath. Some days my housemate feels sorry for her and other days she goes on about how psycho she is. Her own grandma thinks that she is a dick!!! There have been a few times where I have feared for my life. But I keep telling myself....I can get out in April. And I will.
Work has been....trying. Things were going along well and then today I was pulled into a meeting where my performance was ripped to shreds.
You see, my main supplier is unreliable. She is so unreliable. So I have had to inflate my forecasts and my orders to compensate. We are overstocked. It is a fact. So I have had to redo all my orders and try to cancel things and to be told that it is a mess....well, I fell apart. Not in front of them but after. I sat in my car as I drove to the bank and cried my heart out.
You know since I left Simon, my job has been the only thing that has kept me sane. The only thing that has given my life purpose. And to be told that I fucked up and torn apart by all 3 directors....yeah. I'm having a crisis of confidence. Then to have the owner (who looks like a real life blow up doll and has an IQ smaller than her panty size) tell me how to do my job and to have my work signed off by 3 people....I'm starting to question myself. Am I even in the right job? Did I do the right thing leaving my safe little bubble that was Simon?
I am now sitting here flummoxed. I go back to the time in 2013 when I was dismissed from a job. I had my world shattered. That feeling of dread is now in my throat and stomach.
I am scared. Genuinely scared. Do they think I'm shit? I have my review in January and I am bricking it. I just feel so scared.
I go home for Christmas next week and I am terrified. What if something happens when I am gone? What if they decide to sack me? I have been there for over a year and I think in the UK you have to be there for over 2 years to have any rights.
I know I need to think positively and pick myself up (which I will) but today I have struggled to do this. I have been listening to positive affirmations today to try and smile and get myself back up on my feet (which I will do) but tonight I am struggling with this. I am crying here feeling exposed.
I guess that I let my job define me. I guess that I made my job my everything. But it seems that I am not even good at it. And that is a proper mind fuck.
All I can do is try and keep positive and turn this around. I did the best that I could.
I'm sorry that this isn't upbeat and typical Betty. But sometimes in life you get kicked in the balls. It's up to me to put this all straight and redeem myself. And that is what I intend on doing.
Until next time, Ragers and Ragettes, keep your head high and your heels even higher.
Lots of Love
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxx
Thursday 13 December 2018
Sunday 26 August 2018
On Mr Wonderful's Not So Wonderful Friends
Hey Rager's and Ragettes! It's a rainy evening here in the Northwest of England!
Well this evening has been eventful on 2 fronts. My housemate's boyfriend has come up for the weekend. This is good and bad. Good because she tends to not get too drunk when he is here and he brought his dog (who I love!) and bad, because I won't get much sleep down to the sex noises. Great. Half of me wants to give them a round of applause in the morning!
Tonight's episode went like this. I dropped her and her boyfriend off at a party at around 3:15pm. It's an engagement party for her boyfriend's friend. I got a text at 6:00pm from her asking to be picked up. She called me 3 times on the way to picking her up making sure that I was picking her up. She also asked to be dropped off at the shop so she can buy more wine at least 6-7 times. I obliged. She bought 2 bottles of wine.
Anyway, the boyfriend is walking on eggshells. He went upstairs and my housemate and I were in the kitchen. I was stroking the dog and she then started to have a go at me. Why you, may ask? How can petting a dog be so offensive???
When I moved in she had an irritating little shitty dog that wasn't house trained. I used to wake up in the morning to shit and piss everywhere. The little shit wasn't house trained. I frankly hated the dog I was always nice to the dog, I fed it, walked it, cleaned up after it. Anyway, she got rid of the dog and gave it to a family that is taking a great care of it.
What offended her was the fact that I was stroking her boyfriend's dog. And because I was stroking this dog, this means that I hated her shitty little dog. Nice. I love drunk people's wisdom!!!
Anywho, the other bit of drama is made possible by Mr Wonderful's not so Wonderful friends.
As you remember, Mr Wonderful's friends introduced us. Angela's daughter Sonia was doing my hair that fateful day and Kyle (names changed to protect the innocent) is Mr Wonderful's best friend.
Well, Sonia doesn't work at that salon anymore. The salon that she worked at was owned by my manager's sister. Sonia left under very bad terms. She tried to steer business away from the salon, brazenly in front of my manager's sister! She got a new job 2 doors down from the old salon. When she left, she just walked out, blocked everyone and didn't say goodbye to anyone. Now Daddy Rage once told me, the toes you step on today can be connected to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow. Sonia's account for her products has been frozen because of this, and I have to say, rightly so! She can't get any supplies!
She has since left that salon as they didn't give her what they promised and she is trying to go at it alone. She's not succeeding. As I work for where she gets her supplies, she tries to make me get her freebies. That makes me uncomfortable.
Angela, Sonia's Mum, is quite pushy. Like very pushy. She tried to get me to go on a cruise around the Mediterranean (that I cannot afford and don't particularly want to do!). Mr Wonderful went on this cruise and she was using that fact to emotionally blackmail me. To be honest, it caused me loads of stress to the point that I had a breakdown at work.
Sonia is on holiday now with her her husband and children. Since she has been away, my hair really needed to be done. My extensions were falling out, my roots were offending everyone and I looked a mess!! In my job, I have access to the best hairdressers in the Northwest of England. As Sonia wasn't available, I asked one of the stylists (who does a lot of high profile people's hair) to work her magic. She kindly was able to fit me in on Friday.
Anyway, Sonia messaged me today asking when she was going to do my hair. I told her that my hair was a state and that I had one of the stylists from work do it (for a hell of a lot cheaper that what she would do it for!!!) as she was on holiday.
I sometimes on a Saturday go and get my hair washed by Sonia as a treat (instead of buying crap to eat or loads of wine...It's a treat for myself to feel good and a good incentive to lose weight). But in light of my living situation, I need to get out and get out now. So those little treats will have to go on hold for the time being.
Anyway when I explained this to her, she went a bit weird.
Then the messages from Angela came in thick and fast. Emotionally blackmailing me telling me that I am horrible and that Sonia isn't doing well in her business and because of me she will struggle to make ends meet
Right, let's get something straight. You shouldn't have shat on people that were good to you. (She lost loads of clients because of what she did. My manager's sister paid for her training courses too! She didn't pay a penny for any of the training courses) And you shouldn't get your mum to fight your battles for you. You're 26, for fuckssake.
Anyway, strangely I haven't heard from Mr Wonderful since this argument. The last message from Angela is, and I quote, don't treat us like this after all I have done for you.
Ok. All she did was introduce me to a guy. Guy that I had a bit of a fling with. A guy that I don't have attachment to. A guy that yea, is lovely but lives thousands of miles away.
I have been having some doubts about Mr Wonderful. He's so far away. He's a lovely guy, don't get me wrong but I don't want to be a part time girlfriend and only see him once every 6 - 8 weeks. He's 14 years older than me. I remember saying this could very well be a summer romance.
A wise person once said that you can tell a lot about people by the company they keep. And if Mr Wonderful's friends are bullies that emotionally blackmail me for trying to take care of my needs then I don't want anything to do with that.
A true friend would understand that you're trying to take care of yourself. My priority now is getting into a better living situation than I am in now. Fuck relationships. Fuck friendships. After my crazy housemate's performance tonight, I need to get out.
So here I am barricaded in my room praying she isn't destroying my stuff. Who'd have thought that petting a dog would be so offensive indeed?
But as I said in my last post, that is price of freedom. And if the price of freedom is to dump Mr Wonderful because of his friends, then so be it.
Until next time, Ragers and Ragettes, keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher
Lots of love,
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxx
Well this evening has been eventful on 2 fronts. My housemate's boyfriend has come up for the weekend. This is good and bad. Good because she tends to not get too drunk when he is here and he brought his dog (who I love!) and bad, because I won't get much sleep down to the sex noises. Great. Half of me wants to give them a round of applause in the morning!
Tonight's episode went like this. I dropped her and her boyfriend off at a party at around 3:15pm. It's an engagement party for her boyfriend's friend. I got a text at 6:00pm from her asking to be picked up. She called me 3 times on the way to picking her up making sure that I was picking her up. She also asked to be dropped off at the shop so she can buy more wine at least 6-7 times. I obliged. She bought 2 bottles of wine.
Anyway, the boyfriend is walking on eggshells. He went upstairs and my housemate and I were in the kitchen. I was stroking the dog and she then started to have a go at me. Why you, may ask? How can petting a dog be so offensive???
When I moved in she had an irritating little shitty dog that wasn't house trained. I used to wake up in the morning to shit and piss everywhere. The little shit wasn't house trained. I frankly hated the dog I was always nice to the dog, I fed it, walked it, cleaned up after it. Anyway, she got rid of the dog and gave it to a family that is taking a great care of it.
What offended her was the fact that I was stroking her boyfriend's dog. And because I was stroking this dog, this means that I hated her shitty little dog. Nice. I love drunk people's wisdom!!!
Anywho, the other bit of drama is made possible by Mr Wonderful's not so Wonderful friends.
As you remember, Mr Wonderful's friends introduced us. Angela's daughter Sonia was doing my hair that fateful day and Kyle (names changed to protect the innocent) is Mr Wonderful's best friend.
Well, Sonia doesn't work at that salon anymore. The salon that she worked at was owned by my manager's sister. Sonia left under very bad terms. She tried to steer business away from the salon, brazenly in front of my manager's sister! She got a new job 2 doors down from the old salon. When she left, she just walked out, blocked everyone and didn't say goodbye to anyone. Now Daddy Rage once told me, the toes you step on today can be connected to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow. Sonia's account for her products has been frozen because of this, and I have to say, rightly so! She can't get any supplies!
She has since left that salon as they didn't give her what they promised and she is trying to go at it alone. She's not succeeding. As I work for where she gets her supplies, she tries to make me get her freebies. That makes me uncomfortable.
Angela, Sonia's Mum, is quite pushy. Like very pushy. She tried to get me to go on a cruise around the Mediterranean (that I cannot afford and don't particularly want to do!). Mr Wonderful went on this cruise and she was using that fact to emotionally blackmail me. To be honest, it caused me loads of stress to the point that I had a breakdown at work.
Sonia is on holiday now with her her husband and children. Since she has been away, my hair really needed to be done. My extensions were falling out, my roots were offending everyone and I looked a mess!! In my job, I have access to the best hairdressers in the Northwest of England. As Sonia wasn't available, I asked one of the stylists (who does a lot of high profile people's hair) to work her magic. She kindly was able to fit me in on Friday.
Anyway, Sonia messaged me today asking when she was going to do my hair. I told her that my hair was a state and that I had one of the stylists from work do it (for a hell of a lot cheaper that what she would do it for!!!) as she was on holiday.
I sometimes on a Saturday go and get my hair washed by Sonia as a treat (instead of buying crap to eat or loads of wine...It's a treat for myself to feel good and a good incentive to lose weight). But in light of my living situation, I need to get out and get out now. So those little treats will have to go on hold for the time being.
Anyway when I explained this to her, she went a bit weird.
Then the messages from Angela came in thick and fast. Emotionally blackmailing me telling me that I am horrible and that Sonia isn't doing well in her business and because of me she will struggle to make ends meet
Right, let's get something straight. You shouldn't have shat on people that were good to you. (She lost loads of clients because of what she did. My manager's sister paid for her training courses too! She didn't pay a penny for any of the training courses) And you shouldn't get your mum to fight your battles for you. You're 26, for fuckssake.
Anyway, strangely I haven't heard from Mr Wonderful since this argument. The last message from Angela is, and I quote, don't treat us like this after all I have done for you.
Ok. All she did was introduce me to a guy. Guy that I had a bit of a fling with. A guy that I don't have attachment to. A guy that yea, is lovely but lives thousands of miles away.
I have been having some doubts about Mr Wonderful. He's so far away. He's a lovely guy, don't get me wrong but I don't want to be a part time girlfriend and only see him once every 6 - 8 weeks. He's 14 years older than me. I remember saying this could very well be a summer romance.
A wise person once said that you can tell a lot about people by the company they keep. And if Mr Wonderful's friends are bullies that emotionally blackmail me for trying to take care of my needs then I don't want anything to do with that.
A true friend would understand that you're trying to take care of yourself. My priority now is getting into a better living situation than I am in now. Fuck relationships. Fuck friendships. After my crazy housemate's performance tonight, I need to get out.
So here I am barricaded in my room praying she isn't destroying my stuff. Who'd have thought that petting a dog would be so offensive indeed?
But as I said in my last post, that is price of freedom. And if the price of freedom is to dump Mr Wonderful because of his friends, then so be it.
Until next time, Ragers and Ragettes, keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher
Lots of love,
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxx
Thursday 9 August 2018
On the Aftermath of Meeting Mr Wonderful and The Price of Freedom
Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!! It’s a cooler day here in the Northwest of England. I’m quite happy because I am able to sleep again. Today I am rocking my favorite white cami, a white cardigan, my favorite summer trousers (burgundy with navy blue, yellow and white print) and my black sandals with black flowers on then. My hair is up in a bun and I’m wearing my favorite burgundy lippy.
Well, following from last post, the weekend that I met Mr Wonderful set a chain reaction, and what a reaction it turned out to be!!
Every weekend since I left Simon, I would on a Friday night get into my little red car and drive down in the traffic (the M6 is a nightmare!!) to check on him, clean the guinea pigs and make sure everything was ok. This whole exercise sets me back £300 per month.
After that weekend, I was sitting in traffic in the heat and I started getting angry. As in incandescent with total and absolute rage. Why the fuck am I sitting in traffic wasting petrol and my time just to come down and clean some fucking guinea pigs because he is too fucking lazy? The only person getting anything out of this is him!!! Not me!!!
After my weekend I decided enough was enough. I asked my landlady if I could bring my guinea pigs with me. She said no. So then I decided ok, I need to leave.
Enter, Helena. Helena works in Sales with me. She is quiet, dark haired and very pretty. We clicked instantly and I was telling her on the following Friday what I had to do each week.
She then told me, I have a room. You can have it. I was shocked.
I then went to hers and saw the room. It was smaller than what I had but I could bring my guinea pigs with me and the rent was lower. So £300 savings straight away!!!
So on July 5th, I packed my little red car up and moved my stuff over the course of 3 days into my new place. I realised that I have a lot of stuff and I mean a lot of stuff!!! Like loads of stuff. I moved the pigs in and for the first week I slept on an airbed. The price of freedom, eh?
Soon as I moved in I noticed a few things about my new housemate…like her raging alcohol problem. As in she would drink 2-3 bottles of wine in one sitting 3 – 4 times a week. Not good. Or the fact that she likes to eat your food and use your expensive face creams. Now Ragers and Ragettes, I don’t have a problem with people using my stuff, but I expect it to be replaced. The best thing though was when she drank a bottle of wine that I had in the fridge, bought me a bottle of wine to replace said bottle of wine and then proceeded to drink that bottle of wine. So I don’t keep alcohol in the house at all. I haven’t had a drink for 2 weeks because I frankly don’t want to end up like that. She never has any money but has enough to buy bottles of wine.
The area the house is in isn’t the worst but it isn’t the best. I woke up a few days ago to my car door open with glove box open as if someone rifled through it. Nothing was taken but I felt violated.
There have been times that I thought that I had made a huge mistake. But this is the price of freedom.
I then went to Switzerland and had the most amazing time with Mr Wonderful. He treated me like a goddess. He respected the sex ban totally (we went to bed together and explored each other’s bodies but we didn’t have full on sex which was fine with me.) and showed me beautiful places, scenery that is to die for, great restaurants, and a way of life that I never thought I could have. I needed the break.
When I got back I was relaxed. I got in and Helena’s sister (who is an entitled brat) was there drinking wine. I opened the fridge and more of my food was gone, the Guinea pigs had no food or water (even though she claims that she wold have taken care of them) and I just sighed. The price of freedom?
Things bobbed along. Helena’s cycle goes as follows. Day 1. Get in, drink 2-3 bottles of wine, be loud, be very honest (according to her I’m not very pretty and I need to remove some of my piercings as they age me. I also need to get rid of my guinea pigs, according to drunk Helena) and try to get me to drink which I don’t. I go to bed early. I wake up to empty bottles, wines glasses and more of my food being eaten.
Day 2, Helena gets into work stinking of booze and she does her work and goes home. She will make dinner and fall asleep on the couch. The cycle then repeats.
But recently, Helena’s cycle has resulted in her pulling sickies for being too hungover to come into work. But 2 nights ago, something happened resulting in me reconsidering my position.
Helena hates work. I love my job very much but she absolutely hates it. When she gets drunk she bitches about work and her colleagues. None of the girls have a problem with her. I’m much older than the. They discuss things that I don’t understand. But I respect them. I chat to them, we have a laugh. She used to work in real estate and she ended up contacting her old boss about getting her old job back.
I do understand that if you are not happy then you need to find your happiness. I have been in jobs where I have felt unhappy but people have been happy. It’s one of those things.
On Tuesday night, I got back to the house and I was making my dinner and Helena and her entitled little brat of a sister followed. She looked at what I was cooking (I am on a healthy eating plan, I’ve lost 15 pounds thank you very much!) and she commented “That looks boring and gross”. Helena and I looked at each other. Helena said, that looks lovely Betty, you’re doing a great job. She put her shopping bag on the table and 5 bottles of red wine came out. Helena smiled and said I am celebrating. My old job is taking me back! I congratulated her but I knew that after dinner I would need to go upstairs and lock myself in my room.
I did just that. I packed my gym bag and put my clothes out for the next day. I did my nightly meditation and drifted off to sleep at about 9pm.
At midnight I woke up to Helena screaming my name. I could hear her sister screeching. I thought, oh shit, what’s happened??? I put my dressing gown on and ran downstairs into the front room. There were 2 wine glasses and all 5 wine bottles were empty.
Helena’s eyes had cuts under them and I could see bruising developing. Her nose was bleeding. There were scratches down her chest and on her arms. Her makeup was running down her face. Her sister was screeching you broke my nail you bitch (her sister has acrylic nails) and one of her nails snapped off and there was blood running down her hands. Helena then grabbed me and said Betty she punched me!!! I walked into the kitchen trying to grab some ice for Helena’s face. Helena and her sister followed screaming and I mean screaming at each other. I tried calming them both down as the house is a semi-detached house and the neighbours probably heard every word. They were hurling insults at each other. Helena’s sister lunged at Helena again and tried to scratch Helena’s eyes out. I looked in the sink in the kitchen hoping there were no knives or sharp objects. Helena’s sister had the look about her like a cornered animal. Wild, unpredictable. I was shitting myself. I didn’t know what to do. As she going to try and lunge at me. Her sister was slurring her words and shouting something about how Helena is a horrible bitch and hat she bought all the alcohol tonight and she just uses people.
Helena broke away and grabbed her phone and called her dad to get her sister. Dad’s getting you she howled at her sister. Helena tried to get her sister’s stuff and force her out, Helena’s sister attacked her again.
After what seemed years but was only 15 minutes, her father showed up and grabbed Helena’s sister and dragged her into the car. He came back looked at Helena and said, You need to stop drinking. The door shut. Helena collapsed to the floor sobbing.
Part of me was like “What the fuck just happened? What do I do?” I hugged Helena. I went into the kitchen poured her a glass of water and told her to drink it. I helped her up the stairs and wiped her face down. The bruising was coming through. She was babbling incoherently. I took her to bed and tucked her in. She was still crying. I held her for a bit until the sobs were replaced by snores.
I got up, checked the time and it was 12:45am. I didn’t sleep a wink that night.
When my alarm went off, I got up and got dressed. I skipped the gym and went straight into work. I was wondering if Helena was going to make it in. I was making my morning cup of coffee and was chatting to eh girls as I always do. I missed the 5 messages from Helena. Betty, I can’t go in. My face, Betty, my face. I can’t go in.
Now everyone in work knows that I live with Helena. At 9am, when Helena was due in, her manager come over to me and asked where Helena was.
I looked at her and said the response that I was so used to giving. I don’t know.
I denied all knowledge.
I messaged Helena begging her to call in. She ended up sending a text message.
Helena had handed her resignation in.
So the rest of the day for me was awkward. I work with a bunch of girls who act as girls do. They gossip and such. At first no one spoke to me. But then in the afternoon, one of the more gobbier girls asked what was going on. I just said, I don’t’ know. She looked at me and said I feel sorry for you Betty. You have your shit together. The rest of the girls chimed in. They were all in support of ME!
Helena messaged and asked to get some stuff from her desk, which I did.
When I got in, she was on the phone to the council about getting money as she is now unemployed. I silently made my dinner. When she finally put the phone down she walked over to me and hugged me tightly.
Thank you Betty, she said. Her bruised face smiled at me.
It turns out her sister has mental health issues and refuses to take her medication.
Helena starts her new job on the 20th.
I now don’t know what to do, Ragers and Ragettes. Do I stay or do I go? Can I live in a place like this? I have 2 viewings booked for apartments that I will be attending on Monday.
Is this the price of freedom? Is this the true price? Staying with a nice, but troubled girl? People ask if I am ok. I’m not. I am sad, hurt, and confused.
But this seems to be the price of freedom.
Until next time, Ragers and Ragettes, keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher.
Lots of love
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxx
Tuesday 17 July 2018
On Mr Wonderful
Hey Ragers and Ragettes!! Long time no speak!!! Seriously...the last few months have been a whirlwind!!! So much has happened!!! So I will start it with the catalyst of the changes.
It all started on May 26th. It was a Saturday like any other. I went back to St Helens the day before like any other Friday. On the Saturday morning I had to speed back to Cheshire for my hair appointment. I was getting my extensions refitted and my hair color done.
I got to the salon looking my best (coral maxi dress with brown sandals), my gorgeous hair dresser, Sonia started on my hair. She put the dye on my roots and as I sat there with my natural short hair being dyed, her mum, step dad and another gentleman walked in. This stranger's icy blue eyes met mine. He was tall, well built, salt and pepper hair. I instantly felt hot. He said that he lived in Switzerland, so trying to impress him I spoke to him in Italian (one of Switzerland's national languages is Italian). He looked at me with those piecing ice blue eyes and said, I don't speak Italian. D'oh!!!! I felt my face turn beet red...
Anyway, Sonia's mum, stepdad and Mr Icy Blue Eyes left. My heart was pounding. It was like being hit by lightening.
When Sonia was putting my extensions back in, her mum came back in and said, Betty, join us for a drink. We are in the bar across the way. Ok I instantly said without thinking.
Sonia finished my hair, curled it and I walked across the street to the bar, my heart pounding. I walked in and spotted them at the bar. There was Mr Icy Blue eyes. His gaze followed me as I sat down next to him. I casually flipped my hair (which looked pretty fit!) and Sonia's mum asked what are you drinking. I told her a sparkling water because I was driving.
I sat with them and chatted with Mr Icy Blue Eyes. We laughed and the time seemed to fly by. I looked at my watch and realised that I had to go. It was the Champions League final and my team were playing! Sonia's mum gave me her number and said if you want to watch the match at ours, you're welcome to. I was meeting some friends at a pub and I secretly wanted them to let me down.
I got up to leave and Mr Icy Blue Eyes, took my hand and kissed the top of it. He said, en chante. My heart fluttered.
I got back to the house, put a striped jumpsuit on did my make up, put my favorite perfume on and got a cab to the pub.
During the match, I couldn't stop thinking about Mr Icy Blue Eyes and my sex ban. I didn't care that we went 2 goals down. By the 75th minute, I went outside and called a cab. I had to see him.
The cab pulled up as the final whistle blew. I made my way to Sonia's mum's apartment. When the cab pulled up, there he was...Mr Icy Blue Eyes. He was smoking a cigarette. My heartbeat went mental! I walked over and he offered me a cigarette, which I took. We chatted and headed up to the apartment.
Sonia's mum and stepdad greeted me with a gin and tonic We sat and started chatting about the match. Mr Icy Blue Eyes and I sat on the settee and Sonia's mum and stepdad were snuggled up on a big chair. They are such a great couple. So in love and very affectionate to each other.
We didn't notice Sonia's mum and stepdad going to bed. We kept talking and talking. I looked at my watch and it was almost 2am! I knew that something had to happen. I took a deep breath and I leaned in and for the first time in my life, I Betty Rage took control and kissed a man first!! And he kissed me back.
This kiss was like no other. It was pure electricity. He was a great kisser. Not too much tongue, no groping...it was a kiss like you'd read about in a fairytale. Beautiful, pure...Wow.....When the kiss ended, I looked at him then I looked down. He put his hand on my face and proceeded to kiss me again. He pulled me on his lap so I was facing him and straddling him. We kissed more passionately. I broke the kiss off and said, I don't have a fucking clue what I am doing. He said neither do I. We continued to kiss. I felt him get a hard on and I felt excited...and then I remember the sex ban. I got off his lap.
I took his hand and told him about my sex ban and why I was doing this. He told me that he wanted me but he respected my wishes. We continued to chat, go out for a smoke, kiss and then Sonia's mum came into the front room.
I said, were we too loud? She replied , no. It's 8am.
8am???????? Mr Icy Blue Eyes and I had stayed up all night and chatted. It was like I had known him forever!!!
Sonia's mum said that they were going out for dinner that night (it was a bank holiday on the Monday) and she invited me out. She told me to meet them at the restaurant in the village for 6pm.
I called a cab and Mr Icy Blue Eyes walked me down to the street where my cab was waiting. He wrapped his big arms around me and kissed me. See you tonight, mon cheri he said. My whole body shivered with pleasure.
I got back, took a nap and got my food shopping done. I then took a shower and got ready to see him again.
I arrived at 6pm by train at the restaurant. I chose a black and white striped jumpsuit that had a low back (I have been working out so my shoulders and back are starting to look amazing), black wedges and a black clutch bag.
We ended up having a lovely dinner and hit a few bars. The whole time, Mr Icy Blue Eyes held my hand and we would have the odd kiss. He'd whisper in my ear how I looked beautiful.
That night I went back to Sonia's mum's apartment. He asked if I could stay the night. She smiled and agreed. We had a few drinks and Sonia's mum and stepdad went to bed.
Mr Icy Blue Eyes looked at me and said, I'll sleep on the couch. He got me one of his shirts to wear. I told him to come to bed with me. I told him, no funny stuff I just want to hold you all night. So we kissed. He kept his promise and I fell asleep in his strong arms.
I woke up realising it was Monday morning. I'd probably never see him again. I got dressed and called a cab, trying not to tear up. Again he escorted me to the cab. Again, he kissed me deeply. Again, I melted.
In the cab, tears started pouring down my face. I didn't even have his number. I didn't know if I dreamed this weekend. I got a glimpse of a life that I could have. out with friends in a beautiful village on a lovely spring evening. Holding hands, stolen kisses, respect. Sheer respect. I got in and I cried my heart out. I started doing my laundry and I received a text from Sonia's mum.
They were going out for dinner and Mr Icy Blue Eyes wanted to see me. I felt so happy when I read the text. I responded in record time!!! I washed my face and dried my tears.
We were meeting at 4. I chose a colorful maxi dress with black wedges. I put simple make up on and my hair pulled up in a bun.
I drove as I didn't want to drink as I had work the next day. I walked to the restaurant and there he was outside waiting for me. I ran as fast as I could in my wedges into his arms. He kissed my neck. Shivers up and down my spine again....
We had dinner and throughout the meal his hand was on my thigh. I felt happy but also a tinge of sadness. Was this some flash in the pan romance? The next day he would be off to Southampton to visit his family (he's originally from the UK but moved to Switzerland when he was 21) then back to Switzerland. I looked over at him as he was chatting to Sonia's mum's stepdad (they have been best friends for years). He was laughing and smiling. I knew that I needed to see him again.
He sensed me looking at him and took my phone. He put his number in it and asked me to do the same. I happily entered my details.
When I said goodbye that night, I tried to stay strong and not cry. He walked me to my car. He touched my face and we kissed. It was a long, beautiful deep kiss. My body flat against his, his hands on my back. When the kiss ended I asked, will I see you again? He said yes, mon cheri. You will definitely see me again.
I drove off. The tears poured down my face. I sobbed all the way home...
The next few days Mr Icy Blue Eyes and I exchanged texts. Sweet, funny texts.
Then 2 weeks later, he messaged me and asked what I was doing at the end of July. I said nothing. He told me to book the 26th to the 30th off. I asked him why. He told me because he booked me flights to come over and see him.
He paid for my flights!! I couldn't believe it! I got the times and I booked a half day on the 26th and I fly back on the 30th. No man has ever done that sort of thing for me before!!!
We've been messaging every day. Waking each other up and saying good night to each other. I don't know what this is, but it is lovely. A summer romance? I don't know.
In 9 days time I will get on an airplane and fly out to see him. He'll be there waiting for me on the other side. And I am pretty excited. Will the sex ban stay? I don't know. I really don't.
So Mr Icy Blue Eyes is now Mr Wonderful. And that weekend, Ragers and Ragettes has set a course of events that has changed my life forever.....
Until next time Ragers and Ragettes, keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher
It all started on May 26th. It was a Saturday like any other. I went back to St Helens the day before like any other Friday. On the Saturday morning I had to speed back to Cheshire for my hair appointment. I was getting my extensions refitted and my hair color done.
I got to the salon looking my best (coral maxi dress with brown sandals), my gorgeous hair dresser, Sonia started on my hair. She put the dye on my roots and as I sat there with my natural short hair being dyed, her mum, step dad and another gentleman walked in. This stranger's icy blue eyes met mine. He was tall, well built, salt and pepper hair. I instantly felt hot. He said that he lived in Switzerland, so trying to impress him I spoke to him in Italian (one of Switzerland's national languages is Italian). He looked at me with those piecing ice blue eyes and said, I don't speak Italian. D'oh!!!! I felt my face turn beet red...
Anyway, Sonia's mum, stepdad and Mr Icy Blue Eyes left. My heart was pounding. It was like being hit by lightening.
When Sonia was putting my extensions back in, her mum came back in and said, Betty, join us for a drink. We are in the bar across the way. Ok I instantly said without thinking.
Sonia finished my hair, curled it and I walked across the street to the bar, my heart pounding. I walked in and spotted them at the bar. There was Mr Icy Blue eyes. His gaze followed me as I sat down next to him. I casually flipped my hair (which looked pretty fit!) and Sonia's mum asked what are you drinking. I told her a sparkling water because I was driving.
I sat with them and chatted with Mr Icy Blue Eyes. We laughed and the time seemed to fly by. I looked at my watch and realised that I had to go. It was the Champions League final and my team were playing! Sonia's mum gave me her number and said if you want to watch the match at ours, you're welcome to. I was meeting some friends at a pub and I secretly wanted them to let me down.
I got up to leave and Mr Icy Blue Eyes, took my hand and kissed the top of it. He said, en chante. My heart fluttered.
I got back to the house, put a striped jumpsuit on did my make up, put my favorite perfume on and got a cab to the pub.
During the match, I couldn't stop thinking about Mr Icy Blue Eyes and my sex ban. I didn't care that we went 2 goals down. By the 75th minute, I went outside and called a cab. I had to see him.
The cab pulled up as the final whistle blew. I made my way to Sonia's mum's apartment. When the cab pulled up, there he was...Mr Icy Blue Eyes. He was smoking a cigarette. My heartbeat went mental! I walked over and he offered me a cigarette, which I took. We chatted and headed up to the apartment.
Sonia's mum and stepdad greeted me with a gin and tonic We sat and started chatting about the match. Mr Icy Blue Eyes and I sat on the settee and Sonia's mum and stepdad were snuggled up on a big chair. They are such a great couple. So in love and very affectionate to each other.
We didn't notice Sonia's mum and stepdad going to bed. We kept talking and talking. I looked at my watch and it was almost 2am! I knew that something had to happen. I took a deep breath and I leaned in and for the first time in my life, I Betty Rage took control and kissed a man first!! And he kissed me back.
This kiss was like no other. It was pure electricity. He was a great kisser. Not too much tongue, no groping...it was a kiss like you'd read about in a fairytale. Beautiful, pure...Wow.....When the kiss ended, I looked at him then I looked down. He put his hand on my face and proceeded to kiss me again. He pulled me on his lap so I was facing him and straddling him. We kissed more passionately. I broke the kiss off and said, I don't have a fucking clue what I am doing. He said neither do I. We continued to kiss. I felt him get a hard on and I felt excited...and then I remember the sex ban. I got off his lap.
I took his hand and told him about my sex ban and why I was doing this. He told me that he wanted me but he respected my wishes. We continued to chat, go out for a smoke, kiss and then Sonia's mum came into the front room.
I said, were we too loud? She replied , no. It's 8am.
8am???????? Mr Icy Blue Eyes and I had stayed up all night and chatted. It was like I had known him forever!!!
Sonia's mum said that they were going out for dinner that night (it was a bank holiday on the Monday) and she invited me out. She told me to meet them at the restaurant in the village for 6pm.
I called a cab and Mr Icy Blue Eyes walked me down to the street where my cab was waiting. He wrapped his big arms around me and kissed me. See you tonight, mon cheri he said. My whole body shivered with pleasure.
I got back, took a nap and got my food shopping done. I then took a shower and got ready to see him again.
I arrived at 6pm by train at the restaurant. I chose a black and white striped jumpsuit that had a low back (I have been working out so my shoulders and back are starting to look amazing), black wedges and a black clutch bag.
We ended up having a lovely dinner and hit a few bars. The whole time, Mr Icy Blue Eyes held my hand and we would have the odd kiss. He'd whisper in my ear how I looked beautiful.
That night I went back to Sonia's mum's apartment. He asked if I could stay the night. She smiled and agreed. We had a few drinks and Sonia's mum and stepdad went to bed.
Mr Icy Blue Eyes looked at me and said, I'll sleep on the couch. He got me one of his shirts to wear. I told him to come to bed with me. I told him, no funny stuff I just want to hold you all night. So we kissed. He kept his promise and I fell asleep in his strong arms.
I woke up realising it was Monday morning. I'd probably never see him again. I got dressed and called a cab, trying not to tear up. Again he escorted me to the cab. Again, he kissed me deeply. Again, I melted.
In the cab, tears started pouring down my face. I didn't even have his number. I didn't know if I dreamed this weekend. I got a glimpse of a life that I could have. out with friends in a beautiful village on a lovely spring evening. Holding hands, stolen kisses, respect. Sheer respect. I got in and I cried my heart out. I started doing my laundry and I received a text from Sonia's mum.
They were going out for dinner and Mr Icy Blue Eyes wanted to see me. I felt so happy when I read the text. I responded in record time!!! I washed my face and dried my tears.
We were meeting at 4. I chose a colorful maxi dress with black wedges. I put simple make up on and my hair pulled up in a bun.
I drove as I didn't want to drink as I had work the next day. I walked to the restaurant and there he was outside waiting for me. I ran as fast as I could in my wedges into his arms. He kissed my neck. Shivers up and down my spine again....
We had dinner and throughout the meal his hand was on my thigh. I felt happy but also a tinge of sadness. Was this some flash in the pan romance? The next day he would be off to Southampton to visit his family (he's originally from the UK but moved to Switzerland when he was 21) then back to Switzerland. I looked over at him as he was chatting to Sonia's mum's stepdad (they have been best friends for years). He was laughing and smiling. I knew that I needed to see him again.
He sensed me looking at him and took my phone. He put his number in it and asked me to do the same. I happily entered my details.
When I said goodbye that night, I tried to stay strong and not cry. He walked me to my car. He touched my face and we kissed. It was a long, beautiful deep kiss. My body flat against his, his hands on my back. When the kiss ended I asked, will I see you again? He said yes, mon cheri. You will definitely see me again.
I drove off. The tears poured down my face. I sobbed all the way home...
The next few days Mr Icy Blue Eyes and I exchanged texts. Sweet, funny texts.
Then 2 weeks later, he messaged me and asked what I was doing at the end of July. I said nothing. He told me to book the 26th to the 30th off. I asked him why. He told me because he booked me flights to come over and see him.
He paid for my flights!! I couldn't believe it! I got the times and I booked a half day on the 26th and I fly back on the 30th. No man has ever done that sort of thing for me before!!!
We've been messaging every day. Waking each other up and saying good night to each other. I don't know what this is, but it is lovely. A summer romance? I don't know.
In 9 days time I will get on an airplane and fly out to see him. He'll be there waiting for me on the other side. And I am pretty excited. Will the sex ban stay? I don't know. I really don't.
So Mr Icy Blue Eyes is now Mr Wonderful. And that weekend, Ragers and Ragettes has set a course of events that has changed my life forever.....
Until next time Ragers and Ragettes, keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher
Thursday 3 May 2018
On You and Me and the games People Play
Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!!
Its a mildish day here in the south Manchester. They say summer is on it's way with temperatures to be hotter than in Spain! So I have plenty of sundresses ready along with my sandals. Tonight I shall be painting my toenails as I will be wearing sandals to work tomorrow.
Well, I am still feeling horny as fuck. As the weather gets warmer it gets worse.
And to make things more interesting I have started chatting to this guy who lives in London. Mike (Not real name to protect the innocent.) and I met on Facebook. It started with me commenting on a friend of mine's post. He also commented and a bunch of women jumped on him for being a dude and not understanding, I kind of defended him. I then sent him a message saying that I understood his point of view and well, we have been chatting for over a week now.
Mike is different to Simon. Like really different. He's sensitive, sweet, intelligent and he has a beard. I have never been with a man with a beard before. Ever.
Our conversations have been lighthearted, every once and awhile dipping into deep stuff. We message in the evening mostly. He works as a psychologist in London and he finishes work at 8pm most nights.
The problem is 2 fold. Firstly, I have been out of the flirting chatting to man thing for a bit so to speak. I have no idea what to do. Do I get raunchy? Do I keep it light? Do I get deep? I don't know what to do or how to play this game.
It's like playing chess. What piece do I move? Do I get direct and down and dirty? Do I send him photos? Will this go anywhere? Am I wasting my time? Fuck, I have no idea what to do or what to think or to feel or to do. This is one big head fuck.
Secondly I am on a man ban until October 9th. And with the heat and my penchant for watching Brazilian TV shows where the main character is super fit and walks around with his shirt off for most of the show...(Lord have mercy! Seriously this guy is super hot and super fit and super fuckable...) This sucks. This sucks really bad.
Part of me wants to go to London meet up with Mike and give him a weekend he will never forget. But then there is the man ban, And my body isn't in its best shape and if I did and I got to the part where we kiss (I haven't had a proper kiss for over a year) and things got hot would I even remember what to do?
This is a game that I am struggling to know what the rules are. Mike is amazing. One day I would love to meet up with him for a coffee and laugh with him. One day I would love to look into his eyes and maybe find out what it is like to kiss those luscious full lips. Maybe relearn everything again with him.
But I am sticking to the man ban.
As horny and sexually frustrated I am right now I couldn't handle a relationship and especially a long distance one. I am not strong enough yet.
So it looks like more batteries for me and my favorite dildo while muffling the sounds of the buzzing and biting pillows to stop me from groaning as I climax so my landlady doesn't hear me. It's going to be a long 22 weeks. But its time for me to get my body and mind in shape.
You never know, in 22 weeks time I might be in London having dinner with Mike. Life is funny like that. So is this game.
Until next time Ragers and Ragettes keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher!
Lots of Love
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxx
Its a mildish day here in the south Manchester. They say summer is on it's way with temperatures to be hotter than in Spain! So I have plenty of sundresses ready along with my sandals. Tonight I shall be painting my toenails as I will be wearing sandals to work tomorrow.
Well, I am still feeling horny as fuck. As the weather gets warmer it gets worse.
And to make things more interesting I have started chatting to this guy who lives in London. Mike (Not real name to protect the innocent.) and I met on Facebook. It started with me commenting on a friend of mine's post. He also commented and a bunch of women jumped on him for being a dude and not understanding, I kind of defended him. I then sent him a message saying that I understood his point of view and well, we have been chatting for over a week now.
Mike is different to Simon. Like really different. He's sensitive, sweet, intelligent and he has a beard. I have never been with a man with a beard before. Ever.
Our conversations have been lighthearted, every once and awhile dipping into deep stuff. We message in the evening mostly. He works as a psychologist in London and he finishes work at 8pm most nights.
The problem is 2 fold. Firstly, I have been out of the flirting chatting to man thing for a bit so to speak. I have no idea what to do. Do I get raunchy? Do I keep it light? Do I get deep? I don't know what to do or how to play this game.
It's like playing chess. What piece do I move? Do I get direct and down and dirty? Do I send him photos? Will this go anywhere? Am I wasting my time? Fuck, I have no idea what to do or what to think or to feel or to do. This is one big head fuck.
Secondly I am on a man ban until October 9th. And with the heat and my penchant for watching Brazilian TV shows where the main character is super fit and walks around with his shirt off for most of the show...(Lord have mercy! Seriously this guy is super hot and super fit and super fuckable...) This sucks. This sucks really bad.
Part of me wants to go to London meet up with Mike and give him a weekend he will never forget. But then there is the man ban, And my body isn't in its best shape and if I did and I got to the part where we kiss (I haven't had a proper kiss for over a year) and things got hot would I even remember what to do?
This is a game that I am struggling to know what the rules are. Mike is amazing. One day I would love to meet up with him for a coffee and laugh with him. One day I would love to look into his eyes and maybe find out what it is like to kiss those luscious full lips. Maybe relearn everything again with him.
But I am sticking to the man ban.
As horny and sexually frustrated I am right now I couldn't handle a relationship and especially a long distance one. I am not strong enough yet.
So it looks like more batteries for me and my favorite dildo while muffling the sounds of the buzzing and biting pillows to stop me from groaning as I climax so my landlady doesn't hear me. It's going to be a long 22 weeks. But its time for me to get my body and mind in shape.
You never know, in 22 weeks time I might be in London having dinner with Mike. Life is funny like that. So is this game.
Until next time Ragers and Ragettes keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher!
Lots of Love
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxx
Saturday 21 April 2018
On Primal Urges
Hey Ragers and Ragettes!! Today it is a glorious day in Northwest England!
I'm here in St. Helens this weekend to get some stuff done, primarily getting my summer stuff gathered up even though, according to the weather forecast, it's going to be going back to cold and crappy with snow even forecasted! Sigh. So I am going to relish the gorgeous weather today. I am going through my summer dresses trying to figure out which outfit I will be wearing today. Decisions, decisions!!!
Well, the other day I realised that it has been over 6 months since I split up with Simon. 6 whole months!!! And part of that was the pact that I made with myself to stay celibate and relationship free for a year. I'm halfway in and well....I'm gagging for it. Like really bad.
As I am saving my cash for my new home, I am cutting down on going out and such so I find myself immersing myself in the realms of world TV.
You all know that I have a soft spot for international dramas and such. So I have been each night, coming in from work, eating dinner, washing my dishes and then settling in and watching some international TV shows.
I think because I am saving my cash and I am foregoing any mini breaks and vacations this is a way to view the world. I have seen shows in Santiago, Rio, Brussels, Antwerp, Ireland, Sicily, Berlin, Madrid, Munich and so on. It's been nice.
And in all these shows? Sex scenes. Plenty of them. Usually the man is super fit and well....the hormones start raging and I find myself getting my battery operated devices out to sort myself out which is difficult when you are in a shared house. I mean the noise off my favorite vibrator (10 speeds!!) is quite loud.
Now I have pretty much been celibate for around 18 months. I have a high sex drive and frankly this is killing me. I am dying here. I have considering going on a dating site just to get laid.
But I chose to be celibate for a year for a reason. I wanted to focus on myself and getting myself back.
I am one of those people that when I am in a relationship or a sexual situation, I immerse every part of myself in. I find myself giving passionately, my whole being. It's draining. And right now I cannot do that. I don't have the energy.
I don't like mediocre 2 pumps and it's done sex. I like clothes ripping, nails down the back, kisses, slam me against the door sex. Passionate. Fiery.
When Simon and I last had sex it was the same 3 positions and I frankly got really bored. It was over in like 3 minutes. (I know because I was watching the clock....I know that sounds bad.) After, no cuddling, Simon got up went to the toilet and stayed in there for abut a half an hour.
People always say to me that is normal in relationships/marriages. Why settle for second best? Why let that be ok? Its not good enough!! I guess that it becomes a routine, like remembering dance moves to the Electric Slide or the Macarena.
Having this time out has helped me reevaluate a few things in my life. I think that a lot of time we do things in our lives out of desperation and not inspiration. I do not condone it, but I understand why people cheat. The same boring sex once a month (if you are lucky) would drive anyone crazy.
When the 12 months is up (October 9th, 2018) I am going to begin my search for my next relationship and I am going to not settle for second best. I'm not looking for a 6 month thing. I want the real thing. And I know I will find it.
But for now, it's good food, early nights and loads of fit men from the around the world to keep me warm at night...I really need to figure out to get my vibrator to make less noise.....seriously..
Until next time Ragers and Ragettes, keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher!
Lots of Love
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxx
I'm here in St. Helens this weekend to get some stuff done, primarily getting my summer stuff gathered up even though, according to the weather forecast, it's going to be going back to cold and crappy with snow even forecasted! Sigh. So I am going to relish the gorgeous weather today. I am going through my summer dresses trying to figure out which outfit I will be wearing today. Decisions, decisions!!!
Well, the other day I realised that it has been over 6 months since I split up with Simon. 6 whole months!!! And part of that was the pact that I made with myself to stay celibate and relationship free for a year. I'm halfway in and well....I'm gagging for it. Like really bad.
As I am saving my cash for my new home, I am cutting down on going out and such so I find myself immersing myself in the realms of world TV.
You all know that I have a soft spot for international dramas and such. So I have been each night, coming in from work, eating dinner, washing my dishes and then settling in and watching some international TV shows.
I think because I am saving my cash and I am foregoing any mini breaks and vacations this is a way to view the world. I have seen shows in Santiago, Rio, Brussels, Antwerp, Ireland, Sicily, Berlin, Madrid, Munich and so on. It's been nice.
And in all these shows? Sex scenes. Plenty of them. Usually the man is super fit and well....the hormones start raging and I find myself getting my battery operated devices out to sort myself out which is difficult when you are in a shared house. I mean the noise off my favorite vibrator (10 speeds!!) is quite loud.
Now I have pretty much been celibate for around 18 months. I have a high sex drive and frankly this is killing me. I am dying here. I have considering going on a dating site just to get laid.
But I chose to be celibate for a year for a reason. I wanted to focus on myself and getting myself back.
I am one of those people that when I am in a relationship or a sexual situation, I immerse every part of myself in. I find myself giving passionately, my whole being. It's draining. And right now I cannot do that. I don't have the energy.
I don't like mediocre 2 pumps and it's done sex. I like clothes ripping, nails down the back, kisses, slam me against the door sex. Passionate. Fiery.
When Simon and I last had sex it was the same 3 positions and I frankly got really bored. It was over in like 3 minutes. (I know because I was watching the clock....I know that sounds bad.) After, no cuddling, Simon got up went to the toilet and stayed in there for abut a half an hour.
People always say to me that is normal in relationships/marriages. Why settle for second best? Why let that be ok? Its not good enough!! I guess that it becomes a routine, like remembering dance moves to the Electric Slide or the Macarena.
Having this time out has helped me reevaluate a few things in my life. I think that a lot of time we do things in our lives out of desperation and not inspiration. I do not condone it, but I understand why people cheat. The same boring sex once a month (if you are lucky) would drive anyone crazy.
When the 12 months is up (October 9th, 2018) I am going to begin my search for my next relationship and I am going to not settle for second best. I'm not looking for a 6 month thing. I want the real thing. And I know I will find it.
But for now, it's good food, early nights and loads of fit men from the around the world to keep me warm at night...I really need to figure out to get my vibrator to make less noise.....seriously..
Until next time Ragers and Ragettes, keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher!
Lots of Love
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxx
Saturday 14 April 2018
Settling In into A New Home and Life
Morning Ragers and Ragettes!
It's been awhile I know. Life has been very hectic and busy recently.
I moved out of the pervert's house and into the bed sit. The apartment isn't ready yet as the tenant seems to be a bit of a nightmare. I have met her and to be perfectly honest she seems like a stuck up bitch. When I meet her she looked me up and down and rolled her eyes. Nice. Apparently her mum pays her rent for her and she is a bit of a dick. She wouldn't show up to work on time and would call off sick. She is a nightmare and not a lot of people have good things to say about her.
So a few days before I moved out the pervert asked me why I looked so sad and why I was being "cold" towards him. He told me that what I needed was his dick in me. Classy. I am so grateful to be out of there.
My new place is ok. The house belongs to a lady that is in her late 60's. She is very posh. It's like living with your eccentric, crazy auntie. She has some very specific rules, like no shoes are to be worn in the house. No bare feet or socks either. You must wear slippers. No I am not making that up! No wet towels in the bedroom. You're only allowed wet towels in the laundry room or the bathroom (which is carpeted....God help me). I don't shower at the house. I go to the gym in the morning so I shower and get ready there before work.
She doesn't bother me, she leaves me to it which is the best thing. We chat. I make her laugh. She is a nice lady, just a bit batty. I tell myself that I am safe, I am warm, I'm not going to get sexually molested or raped. I can park my car on a driveway, instead of fighting for a parking space on a busy road. I don't get asked how much my shopping costs (the pervert loved to ask this question. He is Jewish and I used to tell him when he asks these questions he is reinforcing a negative stereotype about Jewish people and plus that is the height of rudeness). I don't have inappropriate comments made at me. (my landlady does tell me that I look lovely which is nice compared to comments that the pervert used to say like: you look hot. You're sexy. You look fuckable.) The situation isn't perfect but I know in my heart that it is temporary.
So the next few months I am saving my cash so I can move out and get my own place. I am debating. I love the area that I am in (it is close to work) but I miss the days of living in my little apartment in Manchester city center. Manchester city center is 11 miles away from work. I started looking at places around where I used to live and they are cheaper than if I were to live in the same sort of apartment in the area that I am living now! I have 4-6 months to make my mind up.
Work has been going from strength to strength. The job is busy, challenging but I love it. Being in the beauty industry is awesome. I sourced a cute product as an accessory (off my own back) to put in a gift set. The Managing Director showed this product to a celebrity that endorses our product and she loved it!!! That gives me a boost!!! That's why I love my job.
I got sent out to China for a week for work and that was an eye opener. China isn't what you think it would be. The people are humble and hospitable. They want to do everything for you. The food? What you get as Chinese food here in the west is not Chinese food. The food out there is hit or miss. I spent the whole week eating with chopsticks. If you are a vegetarian or a vegan, you wouldn't last an hour out there. Everything is meat based. Some of it made me feel sick. I meanhow can you eat something if it is looking at you or it can taste you. (I got offered ducks tongue....yes, someone thought it was a good idea to cut the tongue off a fucking duck and cook it!!!) It was the best diet I have ever been on: the I cannot eat that because it's looking at me diet. I lost 5 pounds!
Right now I am in a state of limbo. I am going back and forth to St Helens on the weekend to see Simon because I have to take care of my pet Guinea Pigs. If I didn't come back, the guinea pigs wouldn't be cleaned or taken care of. One of them died and I think it is because Simon didn't take care of him properly. I can't move them into my current place (the crazy landlady won't allow it and that is ok. It's her house) and I chose my current place because I had to get out of the situation of being potentially sexually assaulted. As soon as I move into my new place the pigs are coming with me. Plus my post is being delivered here. I want to swap everything over once I get into a more permanent situation and I hope in 4-6 months that will happen.
I also check on Simon to make sure he is ok. I know that I should not give a shit and let him get on with it. But as someone who suffers from mental illness and I have felt suicidal in the past, I just want to make sure he is ok.
The house is often trashed. The only part that isn't dirty is the room I stay in and the guest bathroom (which I use). Simon still spends his day on the couch watching movies and sleeping. He seems to be ok but I feel that there are a lot of unsaid things between us.
When Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin divorced they went through a process of "conscious uncoupling" and I think that is what is happening now. Simon and I get along great. When I first left, Simon would text often, sometimes 20 times a day. Nothing crazy mostly jokes back and forth. Now he'll text once a day. I'm too busy to even think about it. All I know is that in 4-6 months time when I move to my new place, some serious stuff will be happening. I'll be getting my name off the house and he will be buying me out. It will be a final, definitive break to our love story. I don't know how I feel about it.
Part of me is happy because the last year I have been in limbo. No proper home, floating in this state of flux. Now that I have one certain thing in my life (my job) I feel ready to look to get my own place and put down some roots. I will have the stability that I crave. I am on the up I feel career wise. Plus driving down the M6 during rush hour seriously sucks balls.
The other half of me feels sad. Simon and I had our issues but it wasn't all bad all the time. He still makes me laugh. We still act silly together. I just don't love him or see him in a sexual way any more. There have been times where I have wondered if I had done the right thing. But I look at this trashed house, I look at the sleeping man on the couch with he round angelic face, I sit here on a weekend think about the fact that I used to go out and explore and go out and get into mischief and how in the last 4 years I have turned into an absolute bore. I know that I made the right choice. I just need to start rebuilding my life, my confidence. I need to get me back. I need to get my inner Betty back.
So that is what I am aiming for, to be me again. Maybe I will get a cheeky little apartment in the city center. Maybe I will get into mischief again. Have funny encounters with men, misbehave and make more memories. All I know is that I am taking each day as it comes and slowly I am getting back to the Betty that I was before.
Until next time Ragers and Ragettes, keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher.
Lots of love
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxx
It's been awhile I know. Life has been very hectic and busy recently.
I moved out of the pervert's house and into the bed sit. The apartment isn't ready yet as the tenant seems to be a bit of a nightmare. I have met her and to be perfectly honest she seems like a stuck up bitch. When I meet her she looked me up and down and rolled her eyes. Nice. Apparently her mum pays her rent for her and she is a bit of a dick. She wouldn't show up to work on time and would call off sick. She is a nightmare and not a lot of people have good things to say about her.
So a few days before I moved out the pervert asked me why I looked so sad and why I was being "cold" towards him. He told me that what I needed was his dick in me. Classy. I am so grateful to be out of there.
My new place is ok. The house belongs to a lady that is in her late 60's. She is very posh. It's like living with your eccentric, crazy auntie. She has some very specific rules, like no shoes are to be worn in the house. No bare feet or socks either. You must wear slippers. No I am not making that up! No wet towels in the bedroom. You're only allowed wet towels in the laundry room or the bathroom (which is carpeted....God help me). I don't shower at the house. I go to the gym in the morning so I shower and get ready there before work.
She doesn't bother me, she leaves me to it which is the best thing. We chat. I make her laugh. She is a nice lady, just a bit batty. I tell myself that I am safe, I am warm, I'm not going to get sexually molested or raped. I can park my car on a driveway, instead of fighting for a parking space on a busy road. I don't get asked how much my shopping costs (the pervert loved to ask this question. He is Jewish and I used to tell him when he asks these questions he is reinforcing a negative stereotype about Jewish people and plus that is the height of rudeness). I don't have inappropriate comments made at me. (my landlady does tell me that I look lovely which is nice compared to comments that the pervert used to say like: you look hot. You're sexy. You look fuckable.) The situation isn't perfect but I know in my heart that it is temporary.
So the next few months I am saving my cash so I can move out and get my own place. I am debating. I love the area that I am in (it is close to work) but I miss the days of living in my little apartment in Manchester city center. Manchester city center is 11 miles away from work. I started looking at places around where I used to live and they are cheaper than if I were to live in the same sort of apartment in the area that I am living now! I have 4-6 months to make my mind up.
Work has been going from strength to strength. The job is busy, challenging but I love it. Being in the beauty industry is awesome. I sourced a cute product as an accessory (off my own back) to put in a gift set. The Managing Director showed this product to a celebrity that endorses our product and she loved it!!! That gives me a boost!!! That's why I love my job.
I got sent out to China for a week for work and that was an eye opener. China isn't what you think it would be. The people are humble and hospitable. They want to do everything for you. The food? What you get as Chinese food here in the west is not Chinese food. The food out there is hit or miss. I spent the whole week eating with chopsticks. If you are a vegetarian or a vegan, you wouldn't last an hour out there. Everything is meat based. Some of it made me feel sick. I meanhow can you eat something if it is looking at you or it can taste you. (I got offered ducks tongue....yes, someone thought it was a good idea to cut the tongue off a fucking duck and cook it!!!) It was the best diet I have ever been on: the I cannot eat that because it's looking at me diet. I lost 5 pounds!
Right now I am in a state of limbo. I am going back and forth to St Helens on the weekend to see Simon because I have to take care of my pet Guinea Pigs. If I didn't come back, the guinea pigs wouldn't be cleaned or taken care of. One of them died and I think it is because Simon didn't take care of him properly. I can't move them into my current place (the crazy landlady won't allow it and that is ok. It's her house) and I chose my current place because I had to get out of the situation of being potentially sexually assaulted. As soon as I move into my new place the pigs are coming with me. Plus my post is being delivered here. I want to swap everything over once I get into a more permanent situation and I hope in 4-6 months that will happen.
I also check on Simon to make sure he is ok. I know that I should not give a shit and let him get on with it. But as someone who suffers from mental illness and I have felt suicidal in the past, I just want to make sure he is ok.
The house is often trashed. The only part that isn't dirty is the room I stay in and the guest bathroom (which I use). Simon still spends his day on the couch watching movies and sleeping. He seems to be ok but I feel that there are a lot of unsaid things between us.
When Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin divorced they went through a process of "conscious uncoupling" and I think that is what is happening now. Simon and I get along great. When I first left, Simon would text often, sometimes 20 times a day. Nothing crazy mostly jokes back and forth. Now he'll text once a day. I'm too busy to even think about it. All I know is that in 4-6 months time when I move to my new place, some serious stuff will be happening. I'll be getting my name off the house and he will be buying me out. It will be a final, definitive break to our love story. I don't know how I feel about it.
Part of me is happy because the last year I have been in limbo. No proper home, floating in this state of flux. Now that I have one certain thing in my life (my job) I feel ready to look to get my own place and put down some roots. I will have the stability that I crave. I am on the up I feel career wise. Plus driving down the M6 during rush hour seriously sucks balls.
The other half of me feels sad. Simon and I had our issues but it wasn't all bad all the time. He still makes me laugh. We still act silly together. I just don't love him or see him in a sexual way any more. There have been times where I have wondered if I had done the right thing. But I look at this trashed house, I look at the sleeping man on the couch with he round angelic face, I sit here on a weekend think about the fact that I used to go out and explore and go out and get into mischief and how in the last 4 years I have turned into an absolute bore. I know that I made the right choice. I just need to start rebuilding my life, my confidence. I need to get me back. I need to get my inner Betty back.
So that is what I am aiming for, to be me again. Maybe I will get a cheeky little apartment in the city center. Maybe I will get into mischief again. Have funny encounters with men, misbehave and make more memories. All I know is that I am taking each day as it comes and slowly I am getting back to the Betty that I was before.
Until next time Ragers and Ragettes, keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher.
Lots of love
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxx
Sunday 4 February 2018
On A New Home and Letting Go
Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!
It's a frosty morning. I am getting sick of this. I'm wearing my fleecy, furlined sweater with my velour jammies. Yes I am still in my jammies. it's Sunday. I'm 36 years old and I seriously don't give a shit. Sadly, the pervert is blasting his shitty old man music again. i seriousy want to kick him in the balls. He makes me angry.
Well, I viewed some rooms and I chose one. The little bedsit because the mansion was very clinical. The guy showing me around was nice and one of the housemates accompanied him like a little puppy. It felt like if this housemate slipped up or didn't stop smiling, the landlord was going to chop his hands off. Creepy. Plus the stairs didn't have a banister and it was open so there were no walls on either sides of those stairs. The room was nice but I didn't get a good feeling.
The bedsit was in a warm house, unlike this one. It was on the bottom floor. There is a toilet and sink.
The decor? It's hideous. Like really hideous. The landlady? I wouldn't get molested or perved over. It's safe and warm. No street parking. I could park my car on a driveway. It seems nice.
I put my deposit through. And I thought everything was boxed off until yesterday.
I get my nails done at a gorgeous salon in Cheshire. It is owned by my manager's sister. Footballer's wives go there. The Housewives of Cheshire go there. It's a lovely place with silver glitter walls and lovely, chic furnishings.
My manager's sister is lovely. She looks exactly like my manager. They could be twins!! Both are sweet, ridiculously pretty, rich and easy to talk to.
The manager's mother is the cleaner and one day I was discussing with her about my issues with living with the pervert.
Anyway yesterday, I went into the salon to get my weekly re balance of my talons and my manager's sister said, Betty I heard that you are looking for a new place to live?
I said, I was, I found a new room to rent.
She smiled and said, well my husband and own a flat and we are looking for a new tenant. I raised my eyebrows. She told me the monthly cost. It was roughly the same as what I am paying while living with the pervert. It's a 2 bedroom penthouse apartment. It is part furnished (all I would need to buy is a sofa and a bed). It comes with a washing machine and a tumble dryer. It's in a lovely little village in a posh area. She wouldn't want a deposit. Or references.
Now, I am in 2 minds about this.
The houseshare is safe. It's easy and warm.
This is my own space. My own little place. No nosy housemates asking what I am doing, where I am going. I hope to view it this week.
It's funny what life throws at you. It really is.
Because this has now thrown up something that I don't want to face but I have to.
I have to speak to Simon about the house. I am going to have to grow the balls to get my name off the house. But I am going to take legal advice first. If I can get some money from the house, make him buy me out, that would be ideal. I don't know what I am entitled to.
That part is the easy part. It took me almost a year to break up with Simon. The reason why I am treading carefully and I am a bit reluctant to do this is because we are getting along so well. Even better than when we were together.
And if Simon feels he has been wronged, he can become really vindictive and nasty. But this needs to happen.
The other part is closing the door. I have been going down to see him every weekend (for the guinea pigs) and this is the part that I am struggling with.
It's a routine. I am used to doing this. The hardest part is letting go. I need to let go.
This year has a lot of promise and a lot of wonderful things that can and will happen. I need to cut the ties and let go because that is the only way I can move forward.
I don't want to never hear from him again. I want to still talk to him but I want to start to have a life.
So on Thursday night (I have Friday off, I am changing my hair!!) I am going to have to talk to him, present him my findings (I have taken some legal advice previously but I want a final opinion) and I want to get my name off the house and be set free finally.
It's getting the strength to let go. A wise person once said, freedom comes when you learn to let go. So this week, that is what I am going to do.
Until next time, Ragers and Ragettes. Keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher.
Lots of love,
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxx
It's a frosty morning. I am getting sick of this. I'm wearing my fleecy, furlined sweater with my velour jammies. Yes I am still in my jammies. it's Sunday. I'm 36 years old and I seriously don't give a shit. Sadly, the pervert is blasting his shitty old man music again. i seriousy want to kick him in the balls. He makes me angry.
Well, I viewed some rooms and I chose one. The little bedsit because the mansion was very clinical. The guy showing me around was nice and one of the housemates accompanied him like a little puppy. It felt like if this housemate slipped up or didn't stop smiling, the landlord was going to chop his hands off. Creepy. Plus the stairs didn't have a banister and it was open so there were no walls on either sides of those stairs. The room was nice but I didn't get a good feeling.
The bedsit was in a warm house, unlike this one. It was on the bottom floor. There is a toilet and sink.
The decor? It's hideous. Like really hideous. The landlady? I wouldn't get molested or perved over. It's safe and warm. No street parking. I could park my car on a driveway. It seems nice.
I put my deposit through. And I thought everything was boxed off until yesterday.
I get my nails done at a gorgeous salon in Cheshire. It is owned by my manager's sister. Footballer's wives go there. The Housewives of Cheshire go there. It's a lovely place with silver glitter walls and lovely, chic furnishings.
My manager's sister is lovely. She looks exactly like my manager. They could be twins!! Both are sweet, ridiculously pretty, rich and easy to talk to.
The manager's mother is the cleaner and one day I was discussing with her about my issues with living with the pervert.
Anyway yesterday, I went into the salon to get my weekly re balance of my talons and my manager's sister said, Betty I heard that you are looking for a new place to live?
I said, I was, I found a new room to rent.
She smiled and said, well my husband and own a flat and we are looking for a new tenant. I raised my eyebrows. She told me the monthly cost. It was roughly the same as what I am paying while living with the pervert. It's a 2 bedroom penthouse apartment. It is part furnished (all I would need to buy is a sofa and a bed). It comes with a washing machine and a tumble dryer. It's in a lovely little village in a posh area. She wouldn't want a deposit. Or references.
Now, I am in 2 minds about this.
The houseshare is safe. It's easy and warm.
This is my own space. My own little place. No nosy housemates asking what I am doing, where I am going. I hope to view it this week.
It's funny what life throws at you. It really is.
Because this has now thrown up something that I don't want to face but I have to.
I have to speak to Simon about the house. I am going to have to grow the balls to get my name off the house. But I am going to take legal advice first. If I can get some money from the house, make him buy me out, that would be ideal. I don't know what I am entitled to.
That part is the easy part. It took me almost a year to break up with Simon. The reason why I am treading carefully and I am a bit reluctant to do this is because we are getting along so well. Even better than when we were together.
And if Simon feels he has been wronged, he can become really vindictive and nasty. But this needs to happen.
The other part is closing the door. I have been going down to see him every weekend (for the guinea pigs) and this is the part that I am struggling with.
It's a routine. I am used to doing this. The hardest part is letting go. I need to let go.
This year has a lot of promise and a lot of wonderful things that can and will happen. I need to cut the ties and let go because that is the only way I can move forward.
I don't want to never hear from him again. I want to still talk to him but I want to start to have a life.
So on Thursday night (I have Friday off, I am changing my hair!!) I am going to have to talk to him, present him my findings (I have taken some legal advice previously but I want a final opinion) and I want to get my name off the house and be set free finally.
It's getting the strength to let go. A wise person once said, freedom comes when you learn to let go. So this week, that is what I am going to do.
Until next time, Ragers and Ragettes. Keep your head and standards high and your heels even higher.
Lots of love,
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxx
Sunday 21 January 2018
On Movin' on Up
Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!
It's a cold day here in south Manchester. Brrr!!! We had snow today so I am wrapped up in a fur lined fleece and a pair of pajama bottoms.
Well we are well and truly into 2018 now. I have wanted to write for ages so but I had so many ideas swirling around.
Well last night I realised that I need to get out of the self pity mode. I took a look around and realised that I can definitely do better with my life at this point.
I don't have enough money to get my own place yet. But last night when I was meditating, my housemate who I have dubbed "Chester the Molester" (because he tried it on with me) decided to crank his music up full blast at 10pm.
I don't have an issue with music but I don't like his music. And I was meditating. When you share a home with someone you need to be respectful. I have house shared before. You respect each other. Even when I have lived in houses where the owner of the house was a house mate you have respect for each other. Plus none of the people I lived with tried it on with me.
That was the moment that I realised that I can do better.
So I started looking for new house shares. I found 5 that fit the bill. And that are cheaper because Chester the Molester decided to not specify that the bills were not included. So I am paying more that I thought I would. Not nice!!
When I moved in he seemed ok. Now, he is a terror. Ever since that night when he tried to put his hands up my shirt and kiss me, he has been relentless and irritating.
He bothers me. For example during the weekend I tend to keep myself to my self. I stay in my room and read, write and do what I need to do. Every 5 minutes he bangs on the door, Betty do you want to go out for a walk. Betty, do you want something to eat. Betty, come see this (and usually it is something that is stupid or unimportant). He doesn't listen.
Last night for example I got in after getting my hair blow dried and my nails done, I came in and told him that I was busy and I did't want to be disturbed as I was working.
What does he do? Knocks on the door. Betty, I'm going out for dinner do you want to come with me. I respond no. He then continues to push. I'm going for a curry. I reply No, I have work to do. He pushes again. Betty I will be all by myself. I responded then enjoy yourself. I shut the door then.
That was a mild exchange. Usually he is whinier and pushier. The guy doesn't understand no. I wonder if any female lodgers had to deal with the same crap of being pushed, bullied and whined at....I wonder if he has tried it on with other women before or tried to force himself on people.
Also the house is cold. Very cold. Even if you put the heating on it's freezing. I constantly wear fleeces, also to cover myself up. I don't want him to see me or to be molested again.
I feel like I need to put a huge lock on the door. I genuinely feel like if he has too much to drink one night he will force his way into my room and try to molest me. I don't trust him.
So on Tuesday night I am viewing 2 house shares. One is a "bedsit". The room looks like a hotel room. It has a patio door that opens out into the garden. It's a hell of a lot cheaper than here and in the same area. Not too bad.
The second one is the favorite. It's in an actual mansion. A 7 bedroomed mansion. It's L shaped and the room I am looking at is secluded. The room next to it is occupied by a pilot who is out a lot. We'd be sharing that bathroom. The house as a room with a pool table. The kitchen looks gorgeous. There is a huge back garden. And it's still cheaper than what I pay here. And the bills are definitely included. (I've asked and had written confirmation)
So I am viewing those 2 on Tuesday. Luckily for me pay day is on the Wednesday so I can sleep on it and if I like either of them I will be transferring a deposit. And I can give me notice to Chester the Molester and get out of this situation once and for all. Block him completely and get ready to start saving my cash.
I have a few financial goals for this year. Firstly, save as much money as possible. I want to get my own place, like buy my own place.
Not a huge silly house like in Simon and I did. But a cute, quirky apartment. I found a few.
So I am ready now to let go and be happy. I passed my probation at work. They like me so I am more determined to get the life that I have always dreamed of as they reward hard work and loyalty.
So Ragers and Ragettes, it's time to start Movin' on Up!! Second best is no longer allowed. Mediocrity is no longer the status quo.
Who knows, this time next week I might have secured a place in a mansion.....
So until next time Ragers and Ragettes, keep you head and standards high and your heels even higher.
Lots of Love
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxx
It's a cold day here in south Manchester. Brrr!!! We had snow today so I am wrapped up in a fur lined fleece and a pair of pajama bottoms.
Well we are well and truly into 2018 now. I have wanted to write for ages so but I had so many ideas swirling around.
Well last night I realised that I need to get out of the self pity mode. I took a look around and realised that I can definitely do better with my life at this point.
I don't have enough money to get my own place yet. But last night when I was meditating, my housemate who I have dubbed "Chester the Molester" (because he tried it on with me) decided to crank his music up full blast at 10pm.
I don't have an issue with music but I don't like his music. And I was meditating. When you share a home with someone you need to be respectful. I have house shared before. You respect each other. Even when I have lived in houses where the owner of the house was a house mate you have respect for each other. Plus none of the people I lived with tried it on with me.
That was the moment that I realised that I can do better.
So I started looking for new house shares. I found 5 that fit the bill. And that are cheaper because Chester the Molester decided to not specify that the bills were not included. So I am paying more that I thought I would. Not nice!!
When I moved in he seemed ok. Now, he is a terror. Ever since that night when he tried to put his hands up my shirt and kiss me, he has been relentless and irritating.
He bothers me. For example during the weekend I tend to keep myself to my self. I stay in my room and read, write and do what I need to do. Every 5 minutes he bangs on the door, Betty do you want to go out for a walk. Betty, do you want something to eat. Betty, come see this (and usually it is something that is stupid or unimportant). He doesn't listen.
Last night for example I got in after getting my hair blow dried and my nails done, I came in and told him that I was busy and I did't want to be disturbed as I was working.
What does he do? Knocks on the door. Betty, I'm going out for dinner do you want to come with me. I respond no. He then continues to push. I'm going for a curry. I reply No, I have work to do. He pushes again. Betty I will be all by myself. I responded then enjoy yourself. I shut the door then.
That was a mild exchange. Usually he is whinier and pushier. The guy doesn't understand no. I wonder if any female lodgers had to deal with the same crap of being pushed, bullied and whined at....I wonder if he has tried it on with other women before or tried to force himself on people.
Also the house is cold. Very cold. Even if you put the heating on it's freezing. I constantly wear fleeces, also to cover myself up. I don't want him to see me or to be molested again.
I feel like I need to put a huge lock on the door. I genuinely feel like if he has too much to drink one night he will force his way into my room and try to molest me. I don't trust him.
So on Tuesday night I am viewing 2 house shares. One is a "bedsit". The room looks like a hotel room. It has a patio door that opens out into the garden. It's a hell of a lot cheaper than here and in the same area. Not too bad.
The second one is the favorite. It's in an actual mansion. A 7 bedroomed mansion. It's L shaped and the room I am looking at is secluded. The room next to it is occupied by a pilot who is out a lot. We'd be sharing that bathroom. The house as a room with a pool table. The kitchen looks gorgeous. There is a huge back garden. And it's still cheaper than what I pay here. And the bills are definitely included. (I've asked and had written confirmation)
So I am viewing those 2 on Tuesday. Luckily for me pay day is on the Wednesday so I can sleep on it and if I like either of them I will be transferring a deposit. And I can give me notice to Chester the Molester and get out of this situation once and for all. Block him completely and get ready to start saving my cash.
I have a few financial goals for this year. Firstly, save as much money as possible. I want to get my own place, like buy my own place.
Not a huge silly house like in Simon and I did. But a cute, quirky apartment. I found a few.
So I am ready now to let go and be happy. I passed my probation at work. They like me so I am more determined to get the life that I have always dreamed of as they reward hard work and loyalty.
So Ragers and Ragettes, it's time to start Movin' on Up!! Second best is no longer allowed. Mediocrity is no longer the status quo.
Who knows, this time next week I might have secured a place in a mansion.....
So until next time Ragers and Ragettes, keep you head and standards high and your heels even higher.
Lots of Love
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxx
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