So a few of you have probably noticed that I've made a few blogs about this 'woman' recently. This does not give me any joy and comes from a place of deep hurt.
Yes, it's true Michelle and I were in a 'relationship' of sorts. At the start it was fuelled more by lust and drugs than it was any genuine feelings of affection for one another but the passion was undeniable. I did end up falling in love with her, and it went swimmingly until I recorded over one of her 'Roopalls Dragon Racing' episodes.. that's when her TRUE personality came out.
'You want the Tea??!' I remember her screaming as she threw a teapot at me. 'Well hows this, hunty mama!' I was burned severely and spent weeks in hospital. But I still loved her dearly. Maybe thought I could change her. Maybe I was a fool in love. I went back to her, and she was eager to convince me that the incident was a one off.
Of course, it wasn't. The beatings came more frequent and severe, and were often triggered by trivial things like not knowing who the guest judge was on the 3rd episode of Roopall's season 4 or yawning during one of Saara Alto's 'X Factor' performances. I'd take the beatings like the submissive fool I was, until one day she tried to attack my daughter, Louisa, for refusing to lipsync for her supper. I took my chance and ran as she chowed down on her potato hot-pot.
She naturally tried to win me back. I was foolish to think she wouldn't - I was by the far the best thing to have ever happened to her. At night I'd miss her, but I'd stay strong for Louisa. I needed to be a good mother. It was all I have left. I haven't contacted her since that night and have no plans to.
I write this in hoping that none of you make the mistakes I made and let her into your lives and/or bodies. She can be charming but it's all a facade, really. A sickening mask to cover her true desires. Stay strong and don't relent and she will wither like the dying weed she is.
P.S. Don't claim to be Italian if you can't slurp up spaghetti with your asshole
