Grobelaar
I don’t know why I wrote that tosh last night other than that I was tired and slightly drunken and I’m just confused and apprehensive about what’s going to happen over the next few months.Hopefully, Nigel and I will become as close again as we did before, but this time with knobs on. Over the past couple of months, I’ve become increasingly infuriated with his pathetic behaviour, which, if we weren’t together, would be borderline psychotic stalker, and this has annoyed me a little.
The physical side of our relationship has faltered too, but I don’t want do go into any detail for any of you perverts that might read this 😉
But I’m willing to stick it out, because I go back to how I was before – wanting him almost insanely and surely that must have meant something, and comments that other people have told me about how they viewed our relationship.
I just want it to be fun again like it used to be. I’m sick to death of watching him play Sims all sodding day when I have (or should that be ‘had’) to go to work and then he’d be still sitting there when I got back – no housework done, no nothing.
I want it back, but after a few months, if it’s still the same then I shall move on.
I still feel that I have developed as a person, whilst he has not changed much at all. Am I just being too optimistic, am I right to be saying this or am I just a twat about complaining again.
Anyhoo
I leave TSA (look at me wid da bliing bling jargon )tomorrow. I have two (yes count them) two leaving dos tomorrow. I’m lunching with peeps at Pizza Express at 12.30, then it looks as tho I’ll be dragged around town by the lezzas after work, but I’m not sure how long this event will go on for. Should I dress cazh for a soiree at Yates' or do I put on my stilettos for an all night bender at the wAnker?
I shall have to consult my wardrobe experts in Milan.......
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