Love is blind, right? Well this is apparently the case when it comes to married couple Dalwara Singh, 41, and his 37-year-old wife Jaspreet Singh Gill of Leicester, England. Have you ever been in a relationship where your partner became controlling? Maybe they’d get jealous when he/she saw you talking with a member of the opposite sex. Well Dalwara Singh is now estranged and restrained from his wife after taking his jealousy a step too far…
Whereas most wives enjoy the freedom of socializing, having freedom of clothing choices and getting their own jobs, Singh’s ideal set-up was to keep his wife locked away at home. Not in the prison cell sense of the term “locked up” though, more that he made her ashamed to leave the house…by lacing her food with STEROIDS!
In an attempt to “ugly-her-up” he would crush steroids into powder and sneak it into her food. This started in 2009. Among the symptoms they gave her were excessive weight gain, acne, and hair started sprouting out of her face and back. She was ashamed to be seen in public and that’s how Singh wanted it. It all came to a head when Singh’s teenage daughter caught him in the act of crushing and preparing more steroids to administer to his wife. The couple are now estranged and Mrs. Singh has a restraining order against her husband.
Jaspreet said: “I’m happy, I don’t want him near me. I forgave him for 17 years but won’t do that any more.”
What a wicked man. I can’t believe any man would treat the love of his life like that. Sure, he didn’t beat her (as far as I know) but he made her grow a freaking beard for crying out loud! What a pompous jerk. Sure it’s great for a family to have old fashioned values, but this guy is a joke! They should make him get boob implants as a punishment. See how he likes it.
Women’s shoes. Evening gown. Blonde wig. Lipstick. Eye shadow. Finger nail polish. These are things I found myself donning last night. Was I embarking upon a new alternate lifestyle? Did I get dressed in the dark? Nope and nope. I was actually involved in a Womanless Beauty Pageant for charity. The charity in question was the Mosselle Volunteer Fire Department. They organized said event to raise dough to put into their great cause. And being good friends with some involved, I naturally put my good name to the side and offered to help out.
So what is a “Womanless Beauty Pageant” I hear you ask. In a nutshell, a group of blokes get dressed up in drag and perform a fashion show. It’s all for laughs. The site of grown men camping it up in dresses can be great entertainment and tickets are sold to the public to raise money for the charity. They also sell raffle tickets to help with the fund-raising too.
So what did I wear? My wife and niece went shopping at a charity store and found the ugliest green evening gown imaginable. The reason they bought it? It was the biggest dress they had. Fair ’nuff. I also wore a Hannah Montana wig found at another charity store (thank goodness the pageant was taking place around Hallowe’en time). I also wore a couple of rings and a necklace. And to top it all off I had my face plastered with make-up. I looked like a ruddy dog’s dinner. In fact, dressed like that, I bet I could have stolen Prince Charles from Camilla Parker Bowles.
How did the routine go? I chose to come out to “Dancing Queen” by ABBA. Was there any other choice? I strutted out there, walked the circle (as instructed) then made my way towards the audience. I approached where my wife was sitting and did a little pole dance around the bleacher railings. From there I glided past the audience and saw one very nervous man trying not to look at me. So what did I do? I snatched the baseball cap off his head, put it on my own head and danced around him. That got a rise out of the audience. From there I strutted towards the judges, all of them sitting there nervously (due to being made a spectacle of by the prior contestants). Grabbing the back of the first judge’s chair, I pulled him out from under the table and lap danced around him. Have I ever mentioned that I have no shame? From there, it was time to strut to the back.
The results came in and, unfortunately, I didn’t place in the top three. But what the heck, I had a blast. The audience had a blast. And we raised some cold hard cash for the fire department of Mosselle! Would I do it again? Probably so. I mean why not? I can’t deny my public an encore performance!
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