Lies lies lies yeah!

The missus told me it was our eighth wedding anniversary this weekend, and I believed her, but I was a fool to; in fact it was only our seventh. Why she lied to me, why she wanted me to believe we married in 1997 and not 1998 I’m still not sure of. All I know is that it totally ruined our anniversary meal out. To look at her, eating her food, drinking her wine, talking and smiling at me and all along I knew she was a lair! Well, made my blood boil…so I hit the sauce that night, a bottle and a half plus a pint of Kroni either end of the evening. Wash down her filthy lies…..blot them out…
Looking back, I suppose she, like, just got the year wrong by mistake, but I dunno, I think it might be more subtle than that, like she’s trying to fuck with my mind or something. Well, I tell ya! She won’t succeed…she’ll never win…I know when I tied the knot, I know I do…it was a summers day…no…spring and we were in a huge church…no, wait!…a registry office…and…..and…it was….was…we were…wedding…smart new suit, shiny new shoes….and…holiday afterwards Steve, you like holidays….be alright…cameras flashing, lights…people smiling…music…1998...I remember like it was yesterday…1997..thass right…