Shitrollsdownhill

Category: men

  • Henry 💙

    A different post to my usual… but I am consumed by this.

    Henry Nowak. Forever 18. 💙

    I just can’t comprehend the actual bullshit I am seeing online. The body cam footage of the entirely incompetent police officer 😡🤬

    Completely shocking! Did not even question the other party involved. Took their word for it at face value while totally ignoring poor Henry’s cries for help.

    A resignation from the force for one officer.

    I don’t think so mate ! You will still get your pension. Suspended under full investigation and then appropriate punishment given.

    Let’s not kid ourselves though. The IOPC are all ex police officers. They all stick together.

    All a bunch of a$$holes!

  • The next chapter…

    Things progressed. Instead of him travelling all the time. He moved in with me in my parents house. He also transferred to a closer police station. His commute to work was now just 20 minutes.

    While this was working out just fine.. I was working, he was working.. we were paying keep at my parents house. We wanted our own space. We decided to look for somewhere for us to live. He didn’t want to rent. My Dad had always said to me, renting was dead money. So we went to see a mortgage adviser to see where we stood.

    This was all new territory for us. Me especially. I was 20. But I was excited. He was excited.

    We had good jobs. Him a police officer, me a youth worker. Yes his salary was significantly more than mine, but I could still have a mortgage alongside him.

    We started looking at houses.

    We viewed a couple. One in particular really took our fancy. We put an offer in.

    IT WAS ACCEPTED! ALL SYSTEMS GO!

    Everything was going great, we were so excited. We bought furniture, sofas, beds etc… then on the day we were due to sign, the buyer pulled out. We lost a lot of money 😞

    We were devastated.

    Was this a sign?

    Should I have taken this as a sign? Who knows 🤷🏼‍♀️

    The search started all over again.

    Then came the house. The house we called home. Our lovely little two up two down. I loved it ! It was everything I could have wished for. My own home, at the age of 20, with the most amazing, perfect boyfriend!

    What more could I have asked for .. I was happy. Beyond happy.

    I turned 21 at the end of the year… a beautiful surprise awaited me.

    Tickets to the Maldives. All inclusive for 7 days.

    Oh my god! I couldn’t believe it.

    Spain was the furthest I’d been. This blew my mind. That wasn’t all. There was another surprise. A

    Tiny little box. Sat there all alone.

    I opened it.

    Looked at him.

    When the words came out of his mouth, I froze. These things don’t happen to me.

    He said them again…

    Will you marry me?

    Yes, yes, a million times yes!

    I was 21.

    A house, an amazing holiday planned and a wedding to plan!

  • Let’s continue..

    Okay so, I had that drink.

    Glass of white wine. We talked, laughed, talked some more. Then we exchanged numbers and went our separate ways.

    Later that night my phone vibrated, it was him.

    Did I want to meet the next day?

    Hell yes I did!

    So we arranged a meet up the following day. Nothing extravagant, just some food and a chat.

    Fine with me 😊

    We did just that.. KFC if my memory serves me right.

    Then we saw each other the next day, the next and the next… and it continued.

    We couldn’t get enough of each other. He didn’t live local to me. He was 40 minutes away, but he travelled to me every single time. No questions asked. He would even travel back and forth to work from me… 45 minutes away!

    He was a police officer. A very respected police officer.

    I lived at home with my parents and he lived at home with his mum.

    He met my parents and he used to stay in my house with me. My parents adored him. My sister adored him.

    Everything was perfect.

    Until it wasn’t.