WAG

Josh Rubenvack

July 5
My husband played his match for the first time after his injury. I'm writing this from my seat in the stands. Next to me is this really hot guy - he's not a footballer like my husband but he seems really nice - he's called James. My husband says i shouldn't talk to the commoners in the stands but i don't understand why. Last time i did though and he saw, he beat me. I suppose i deserved it, flirting like that. I don't talk much anymore. Except when the Pops are here. I have to act happy with the paparazzi snapping. I try, but if I'm not convincing well, it's another reason to bash me ain't it.
'Josh Rubenvack' called the commentators. Thats my husband! Oh dear, he's off. Now he's disgracing himself, swearing like that. Oh well, I'd better go now. If he read this stuff, I'm dead.

Later
My husband got angry at me again. I was having my sunday brunch while he lay down. After eating, i was meant to collect the post - so i did. Then i read it. I know, it was stupid but that was no reason for him to hit me again when he caught me. It was only the gas bill, nothing to get excited about. I'm starting to think something's going on. I decided to ask him. So i did. And yet again he got angry- but i avoided the bashing by saying i had a famous party to go to. I wasn't lying. I did have one to go to. I love parties- it's a good excuse to get away from Josh. I met James again there, coincidentally. He was really nice- the real gentleman. He bought me a drink, and we danced and talked. It was fun, yeah. James is a bank manager so he gets good pay. Not as high as my husbands though. But that doesn't matter.