I don’t think he could ever talk me round in a million years - as someone else said even if he turned round with a 10 carat diamond I wouldn’t be interested.
Ive been to hell and back this week. It’s been absolutely bloody awful but I’m alive, and I’m focused.
Had a lovely day today with the dog. We actually ended up just sitting with a pint and watching the world go by.
Why am I letting him talk to me again? Well frankly lastnight got utterly exhausting - I’m emotionally and physically tired right now anyway - we went through I’d say about 75% of my points, and after a late night takeaway (have I mentioned I just can’t be bothered cooking at the moment?) I was shattered and just went to bed. I’m really grateful at this point that we aren’t shouty people and didn’t at any point digress into being nasty, or rude. I blew apart any hope he had of me just taking what he says and going with it - he’s so used to me just accepting what he says and getting back into my place - I think that woman has already up and ran!
So tonight I’m going to pick apart a few things he said and cover the rest of my points - yes I need to do this. It’s for me.
Apparantly he is now planning to go out tomorrow daytime with friends instead - this remains to be seen.
What I will add is that prior to this talk we had agreed that we would each have a list of points to discuss, so that our talk can remain focused. I had a list. He didn’t. He said ‘it’s all in my head’ - what a complete and utter fool. He fell at the first hurdle. And I swept the floor with him.