Lloyd implied he had suicidal thoughts on several threads on this forum when he felt he was being attacked. It's in his character to use this as a weapon to thwart off what he perceives as an attack upon himself. He even blamed several members (myself included!) for keeping him up too late by responding and thus keeping him away from his wife, putting stress on his marriage.
As much as I would have liked to have turned his wife against that manipulative dipshit, alas, he did it himself with hookers and telling the world she doesn't satisfy him sexually. Yet there she STILL is, sharing an apartment on the coast with him and the girls at this moment courtesy of Patreon™. Something stinks and it's not those fishing boats in the background of his holiday pics he's posting.
I'd say he has the best of both worlds right now, free and convenient access to the family and at some point in the next few days to a week's time he's kissing them goodbye after dropping them off in their provincial and isolated village outside of Sisak. Afterwards he will return to his bachelor pad back in metropolitan Zagreb, setting up karaoke nights at the Swanky Monkey Garden and asking Instagram models out for "coffee". When he returns to his flat, alone and frustrated, that's when the fun begins. There are probably "sailor rags" under his bed, near the toilet and under every piece of furniture to clean up the mess he creates whilst pleasuring himself to long lost thoughts of Tracey with the ink stained bra strap at design school or Phueng, the sex worker he dated in Pa Tong. Work? Naw, he already did that shit weeks ago and Tibor has a few more clips he can spread out to create the illusion of a hardworking man.
How in the fuck is this man anywhere near suicide?
