The purr-fect revenge on a nasty husband?

YOU often read about men who taunt their partners about how much weight they've put on. Don't you?

They say the women have "let themself go" - because obviously running after everyone they do in the day, leaves them plenty of time to faff about with nail varnish and fancy underwear.

One woman I wrote about, took drastic action when she got fed up of her husband's insults.

She cooked him a cat food pie, put a chilli in his y-fronts, oh and laxative in his tea.

And why did she do this? It was after he called her a "fat cow."

She went on to lose a few stone but wanted to get her own back, as you do.

Never mind telling him: “Look Love, I think you were a bit harsh there and you’re not exactly Twiggy yourself.”

The story made quite an impact. The picture of the tin of Kit-e-Kat with the headline ‘Cat’ll teach you’ above the tale of the ‘roly poly nurse’ was a brilliant result. Or so I thought.

But then the phone calls started.

Thing was she’d been spat at in the street. Thing was, she’d had a warning at work – she was a cook see, in a hospital and not really a nurse like she'd told me, see, and it really wasn’t the best to be splashed all over the paper for doing anything with cat food, chilli or oh laxative for that matter.

The photographer and me had stopped off at the corner shop to buy the cans of Kit-e-Kat. Hope was we would be able to persuade her to have her picture taken spooning the cat food into a pastry case – it'd make for a daily and a women's weekly then too - never mind that the corner shop didn’t have a pastry case, we’d think of something – and we had a paltry sum in used notes in my handbag to help her round to our way of thinking.

But it didn’t turn out that way. We had a few quick words – yes we could definitely do the story – but no she couldn’t say anymore – but hey I’d already been round to see her twice so we had plenty. Then she scarpered.

It was the lady from the slimming club who accused me of ‘pretending to be a ‘nice person’ – that was the bit that has stayed with me. She chose to completely overlook the fact that I'd been fibbed to and had been told the story we reported. No-one was saying it wasn't true.

But I still worry about the effect on that lady to this day.

I probably shouldn't - she's most likely back on the pork scratchings like me.

Comments

[Louise Bolotin]

My ex-husband used to make horrible remarks to me on a daily basis about getting fat. I went from a size 8-10 to a 12 after being diagnosed with epilepsy and put on a medication that is notorious for weight gain as a side-effect. I was barely eating and still the kilos crept on. There was nothing I could do about it and yet I was still "fat and unattractive". That drug permanently wrecked my metabolism. I'm on a different one now but still struggle with my weight as a result. Wish I'd cooked the ex a cyanide casserole...

[Linda]

Louise - really sorry to hear that, what a ****. How anyone can think that going from a size 10 to 12 makes them "unattractive" is beyond me. Add another 10 to that second figure and that's where I am.

[Louise Bolotin]

It's not about dress size though - it's the narrow-mindedness that angers me. And the lack of support...