One day the other half leaves you with the kids and the bills.
It's not an affair. It's worst. They're off to find themselves on a beach and have no plan.
Brexit
Your asshole boss says, "don't worry, you won't have to pay for the petrol to get to work, let's call that a bonus"
Brexit Dividend.
You got back on your feet over time and found a nice new job after they clubbed together to help you.
Then you decided to bugger off without paying the rent. You're a tosser.
Brexit
Later it turns out your mate Nige paid the goalie to let two goals in so you could win.
You feel kinda sick inside when your boss suggests you're good enough to try for the league.
Brexit rigged
"no, that's not what I meant" you say.
"I'm resigning but I'm still gonna want to use the printers, computers, toilets, kitchens and my desk"
"erm, why?"
"coz I believe in me"
Brexit muppetry.
You just can't be assed, not coz you're good, you're actually average, but you're lazy.
You tell your mates you're gonna leave unless they drop the practice rule.
It's a simple decision for them.
On a whim you decide you're gonna rip all the turf up and replace it with tarmac.
Can you do this legally? Yes.
Are you an utter twat? Also yes.
Brexit. The Irish border.
Brexit. Line the pockets of the tax evaders and tell the people it'll keep the foreigners out.
For two years you think about it.
"I'll freelance with full employee benefits"
"erm everyone would want that, it's not an option"
"you don't respect me"