Don't you just love it when relationships turn sour? No? Neither do I.
One day, all the little flowers are happy, all the birdies are too *tweet, tweet* and then WHAM (an incredibly shite band I hasten to add, but I was trying to use the sound of a moose impacting on your car while you are travelling at 100 mph). All the world goes tits-up because of a misunderstanding.
Fucking hell - if I want to abuse someone, I do it to their face, not indirectly, through turd parties or the gossip column. If, I want to belittle some piece of shit for being an iconic arse-wipe I will do it directly - I at least want to have the satisfaction of seeing a 'job well done'. So if you hear "Well, S said this" - BullFUCKINGshit. If I wanted to say something, I would at least say it directly to their face and then wait for a reaction.
I do not, EVER, betray a friend - it's fucking hard enough to find one in the first place.
But, no, "the rumour mill has to be believed". *whiney voice*"but you said this" - oh did I? I was there and I don't remember "but you must of".... Yeah well, FUCK YOU and I'm sorry I even tried to get to know you - my mistake, I thought you were worth it.
Oh well, one less Christmas card to buy.
*retreats to the shadows where he belongs*