A Day in a WAG's Life.

rumour has it

Rumour has it that your boyfriend is transferring.

Rumour has it that that bimbo down the street has her hands on your boyfriend.

Rumour has it that the media is always right.

Rumour has it that you have slept with every single one of your boyfriend's teammates.

Rumour has it that you're always lying in your interviews.

Well, it's time to clear up some rumours. As a WAG, you're always entitled to rumours. It's something you'll never lose (until you get married, maybe).

I've had the first rumour quite a couple of times. Your boyfriend is transferring to Chelsea, Barcelona, Real Madrid, Wolfsburg - let the list not go on - because I know he's not going anywhere.

As for that bimbo down the street with her fake implants and fifty ton of makeup, let me just set her in her place - that gardening tool is not getting close to my boyfriend.

What am I trying to tell you?

Stop listening to rumours.

They're there to break you, not to make you.

People live off of rumours from medias, and you as the general public should not be swerved into that opinion from them unless we state them as facts: like opening a relationship - we'll do that when the time is ready, not when the media has pressured us enough to.

So don't be a twat and be crazed into believing what the papers want you to believe; they're always never true.

And from experience, I can tell you that this is the best advice I've gotten and given to everyone.

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I was in the papers this weekend for some little good stuff

I liked how the paper wrote me and what school I was going to attend like well thanks now I have no life! I was interviewed by a paper and I'm very appreciative on what they wrote.

bis bald xo