WHEW, the last days have been crazy.... On saturday my ex-boyfriend moved out with help from my parents... and he has been mentally and physically abusing me during our 6 year relationship, but he moved to them when I kicked him out... Filled them up with bullshit that I was so insane that they shouldnt believe me and that I had physically abused him too... I didnt lay hand on the bastard the whole time... I dont beat up people with glasses
My parents were furious at me because I had said to them to get the fuck out of my life if they wouldnt treat me with respect and continue listening to the little fucker... My ex was continuing to control me like he always did and I said to him very calmly and politely that I didnt want to listen to him anymore, and if he could send me a text-message with the things he wanted to say to me... Then he of course turned into rage towards me (the first time in public) Then everything went crazy and bottom line was that my ex beat me up in front of my parents untill my dad pulled him off of me and I went to the bathroom to clean the blood and get my head straight, my mum was so angry and was going to beat me up to.. but I looked into her eyes and said "havent I been beaten up enough"... And the little fucker was screaming "seeee she beat me up"... Then I went outside to smoke a cigarette while my so called family and ex were going berserk in my home getting his shit out... I went on my car and didnt turn back untill they were gone... I had swelling on my left eyebrow, bloody nose and a swelling under my lip... But not enough to charge him with anything. I talked to the police, the womens shelter and no one could give me any advice or any help. I called my so-called friends and no one had the effort to at least stay with me untill I could get new locks... I know the little fucker too well, and he is the type that gets VERY dangerous when he senses that he cant control me anymore... The type that is good to animals, children and everybody but goes home, draws the curtains and does his shit... So no one beliefs that he is a psycho. At 10-11 pm I could hear someone sneaking outside and then I decided to get the fuck out... I drove to KeflavÃ*k, then at 4 in the night I drove to the east around 550 miles aimlessly... Came to Egilstaðir at 2-3 am (slept 2-3 hours on the blacksand desert under the glacier) and the road there is like the mountain gravel road from hell and I was SLEEPY, went from there at 5 am, reached Höfn, went to a guesthouse, slept there for 5 hours, then drove back to the capital 300 miles and went to a tattoo parlor (had an appointment), got a tattoo, and here it is....
It is a symbol for Freyja, the fertility goddess, or rather the free-sexuality of women, or rather GIRLPOWER... Around it is a poem made in traditional Icelandic style BY ME...
Gott er að heita á Freyju
hástöfum syng henni lof
þegar ögn þá langar meyju
mæra að hampa Ã* klof
It basically means, I praise Freyja, specially when I want to appreciate a man in my groin.... And IT WORKS... and you wont get the details
And here are some pics of me that I took this night by myself.. I look so totally different then before... Of course I am literally melting away... and it seems that I am an angry woman... but mostly I have gotten a confidence from hell... If someone treats me like an sex object that he doesnt want (as many obese women and men recognize WELL) then I just make fun and fuck with their brains... tearing down their prejudism untill people dont say anymore.. and not in a mean way.. I JUST SAY THE TRUTH, and I am not fucking afraid of it. The tattoo parlor I went to is like the meanest tattoo parlor around and of course they were trying to make fun because I was fat... But I just told them that I thought steroid pumpled up muscles looked like creamcake to me and they were the fat ones not me... And I fucked with their brains the whole 5 hours I stayed there (it took 3 hours to do the tattoo).. I have really never seen guys with tattoos in their face blush and stutter before and I just used my brains and mouth and experience with people.... It is so amazing finally to gain confidence.. and through all this shit that has happened I just seem to feed on it and get stronger mentally and now I am fucking unstoppable..
Since my ex IS a psycho and I am sure he really wants to cut my throat over and make it look like an accident I decided to take matters in my own hands... I went to a store and bought new locks and a HUGE ASS sledgehammer.. Here is a picture of it... Its the man in my life now, and I am naming him SteinÞór...
And believe it or not I can lift it up over my head and bang it through anything I want... Seriously thinking of going outside tomorrow and fix my white picket fence with SteinÞór preferrably topless
But the reason for buying the sledgehammer IS NOT to beat someone with it, I know its enough for me to hold it firmly in my hands and not say a word.... I mean you would attack a person with a baseball bat, but you would have to be VERY stupid to attack a person with a huge sledgehammer in your hand, ready to use it...
I am probably getting a place at sea tomorrow (to fish with a trawler). I will keep you updated...
And other pictures of me:
