Stuffed with turkey, full of cold, wine is flowing, bit fed up with being called Andrew. Just wanted to say Merry Christmas to you, whoever you are and wherever in the world you are. Tis the season for goodwill to all people. Peace and love to you. Andie xxx
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you could never be anyone but andie to me, even in a top hat and tails.
love you andie, happy christmas. <3
What a beautiful message! Love you, too! Hope you’re having fun, Codey! xxx
Merry Christmas, Andrew.
Hope you’ve had a good day, sir.
And you’re blocked from now on. I wish you all the best in the future, but please stop stalking me. Time to move on, Danni. Your transphobic digs disgust me. I clearly dodged a bullet. Move. On.
I think abusing a girl half your age is disgusting.
Forget to mention that in your blog, don’t you. Maybe I’ll write a book about it. Bye.
Abuse?! What abuse?! My only crime was loving you. Now please move on and leave me alone.
I moved on when I dumped you in that dingy pub. Remember?
Fail to mention that on here.
Danni,
Not going to tell me about this “abuse” then? I’d love to read the book. It’d be the shortest work of fiction ever published. Strange that today is the first time you’ve ever mentioned it, too. Hmmmmm. Gaslighting much?
I’ve not been replying to your earlier comments on the blog over the past few months because I didn’t want to give you the pleasure of getting a “bite”.
But I’m going to say this – and then that will be me done, because I really don’t want to hear from you or see you ever again. Yes, I remember you dumping me in the pub. How could I forget the vile, wicked way you did it? I’d hardly call the pub dingy, though. It’s a pub that has won Pub of the Year accolades from both Camra and the Derby Food and Drink Awards many times. You’re also an adult (well, supposedly) with a mobile phone. You were perfectly safe in there when I left.
In terms of failing to mention it on here, if you remember I did blog about it the day after. But you asked me to delete it as it made you look bad and your friends were reading it. I’m more than happy to re-publish it if you’ve changed your mind but, I agree, it doesn’t exactly show you in a good light.
You haven’t moved on. You visit my blog all the time and leave ridiculous, purile comments, which are becoming tiresome. That’s not moving on. I won’t publish any more of them.
I blocked you on Facebook, SMS, Whatsapp, email, Instagram and Twitter months ago because I got sick of the tirade of transphobic abuse you were sending whenever you got drunk. You’re the worst drunk I’ve ever known.
And, if I can figure out how to do it, I’ll block you on here as well as soon as I’ve finished this message.
I don’t like the fact that you’re being transphobic, especially when you were such a trans ally when we were together. God knows what Cass would think if I published some of the transphobic hate you’ve sent me over the past few months.
Leave my family alone. My sister doesn’t like the fact that you’ve started sending her nicey-nicey messages at the same time as sending me ones full of hate.
And please give up on Twitter. You’ve set up three fake accounts on there (remember Charlie, and then Lucy and now Zellalla?) claiming to be trans women so that you can stalk my profile. It’s perfectly obvious it’s you.
STOP STALKING ME!
Seriously, this all adds up to harassment in my book. Any more of it and I shall contact the police.
You might also want to look into narcissistic personality disorder. There is a list of symptoms, and you tick every single box.
I realise you don’t want me to write about you in my book – but please realise that I can’t get engaged to someone (anyone – this book is about ME, not you!) for less than six weeks, then get dumped for being transgender and then gloss over that in a book about being transgender. It’s just completely unrealistic. All names will be changed anyway.
99.9% of what I’ve written about you on this blog has been overwhelmingly positive. If you’re worried about coming across as a dick, then maybe grow up and stop being a dick.
Despite the fact that you’ve changed completely from the woman I loved and proposed to, I don’t wish you any ill. I wish you well, and I hope you can sort out your issues. Just get on with your life, and let me get on with mine.
Andie