2008-02-06 18:27:27 UTC
I am going to hold my hand up to this one............
My lovely ex was one of those people who had always done something better
than you, knew more than you, and practially been to every country in the
world, you know the sort. He was he claimed an adrenalin junkie and lived
life to the full, although I had to witness it myself.
He decided he wanted a horse and I explained to him its not that easy and a
decision that should not be taken lightly and I knew in the end I would end
up looking after two horses, but as usual he got what he wanted. Hence
Pointer came into our lives. Ex could not ride for toffee but was adamant
that I talked bollocks and would not listen to my guidance and belittled me
in front of the rest of the liveries.
We deiced to hack out and I had my devious head on. Off we went and went
out for an hour and on our way back I asked if he would like to go for a
little more of a speed trip. I knew a field so I suggested that we enter
the top of the field and that for safety reasons I would trot off to the
bottom of the field and that he needs to wait at the top with Pointer. I
trotted off down the field and about 3/4 of the way down I put my foot down
and blasted to the bottom of the field knowing full well Pointer would take
no prisoners and follow. Next minute I heard this "fecking hell, woa
Pointer, fecking woa" and said horse galloped past me and into the bottom of
I totally PMSL but kept a straight face and thought, ah yes your not as good
as you reckon you are and this is a living thing you are delaing with and
its got a brain, next time listen to what I say. Eventually he managed to
stop and my ex was ashen in his face, I caught up with him and he turned to
me and before he could speak I retored "you wanted a fucking adrenalin rush,
you fucking got one" and promptly rode off.
And true to form he got bored and I ended up looking after two horses, then
ended up with Pointer, he had a lucky escape!
I know it was bad, but worth the effort