Julia Clark


Julia Clark, 53 years old with a husband and three grown up children, met and married an Egyptian and went to live there with him.

Then wondered why it all went wrong when he more or less lost interest in her very quickly and decided to marry an Egyptian woman, since under their laws he is entitled to have four wives.

I think the Supremes had a song about that, ‘Love makes me do foolish things’.

Yahoo News.

Nominated by : mystic maven

73 thoughts on “Julia Clark

  1. Husband deserts wife and three kids;
    ‘dirty love rat, there’s no excuse’
    A feminist, anywhere

    Wife deserts husband and three kids;
    ‘she was unfulfilled in a relationship grown stale and sterile’
    A feminist, anywhere

    Morning all.

  2. I always thought these Arab types like blondes, can’t get them out there.

    Plenty of fat sweaty brunettes in the land of the Pharoah

    Julia wanted some younger cock and she got it 😂

    • I’m near speechless. Maybe the best comment on this site so far.
      New category for Cunt of the year ?
      ( Best comment)

  3. Why anyone would even contemplate marrying this pug-ugly beached whale in the first place must be beyond even the wildest imaginings of all right thinking people.

    As for this Arab chap, how desperate could he have been?

  4. What a bloody stupid cow, she’s lucky he granted her the divorce because under raghead law it’s damn bear impossible for a woman to get a divorce without hubby’s say so. I am also betting that she tried getting back with her ex husband, I hope he told her to fuck right off.

  5. Phoar!!!
    What a catch!
    No wonder her husband was so keen to drive her to the airport. 🤣

  6. Worth a nosh but little else.
    Much like the white women who prefer black men only to end up desperate single mums trying to find room on the bus with thier screaming kid, the latter doomed to run county lines aged 11….
    True Cunts……….

  7. If she was single, I’d have some sympathy. Loneliness is a terrible thing, but she had a bloke and kids.

    Dirty great big fat rag head loving bucket of lard .

    Richly deserved.

  8. Julia’s further misadventures in love (continued from yesterday’s 9:49 bit)

    *ahem*

    … and it was only after she had taken out a high-interest £5000 doorstep loan with the local Albanian loan shark in her home town and sent it to her Nigerian soulmate Prince that she began to think something was not right.

    ‘It was three weeks after I sent the money that was needed to do the necessary paperwork to have the royal £millions released by the bank, and after hearing nothing back to the hundreds of messages I had sent in the meantime that I started worrying that something terrible had happened. I sent one last desperate message saying I would pawn everything I own to pay for a flight and go and find him myself, when I finally received the news I had been dreading’.

    Julia received an email from a man who said he was a close friend of her forever-love, and with it came a heartbreaking bombshell. On his way to the bank to collect their fifty million – using the £5000 pounds she had sent – he had been in a car crash.

    ‘It was awful’, Julia says, ‘there was a collision with another vehicle and his was killed instantly. The car and money were burned completely. I was alone again. And by now I owed £7000 to Armend, the man who had lent me the £5000 three weeks earlier.

    What was supposed to be the happiest time of my life had suddenly become the saddest. By now Peter had moved away, changed phone number & forgotten to send me his new details as well. I turned to Facebook at my lowest point.

    ‘You could write a book’, a Facebook friend joked. ‘I know’, I replied with a sad face emoji. Little could Julia have known that those playful words would come back to haunt her, and put her a further £10,000 in debt.

    ‘I know some people might say I was foolish’, says Julia, with an added melancholy in her usually miserable tone, and a grim look of loss that could crack a vase. ‘But the following day I got a message on Facebook from a man in the Democratic Republic of Congo who said he had seen my posts from the day before and had a small publishing firm that would be very interested in putting out my book. And with an upfront fee of £10,000, he would get things underway.

    I was delighted. By now I owed Armend £8000 so the ten thousand would see that cleared, with some cash over to track down my kids. I said yes immediately. Only then did Julia realise she had gotten it mixed up.

    The publisher wanted the fee from ME, she said…. in e-mailled £500 Target brand gift-card codes (to buy paper and ink and similar, he told me).

    And so, it was back to Armend for Julia…

    ***

    (probably not)to be continued ….

    • p.s., if by any chance you’re reading these, Julia, … no offence, lass, things can only get better.

      Chins up!

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