Football. 100%.
DP loves it. Plays for a local team. Follows it. Watches England and local city each time they play.
This will sound melodramatic but believe me it isn't given some things that have occurred-it actually gives me trauma responses thinking about it. The days DP has playing then socilaising with the team are so horrendously boring I'd honestly rather be more or less anywhere. They talk about nothing else, they are so loud, they gamble over each other and they go on and on and on and I HATE it, hate it!
I wish I liked it. Wish I could enjoy the days out DP has, wish I looked forward to the matches, wish I enjoyed watching England, wish I loved socialising with DPs team.
I can just about enjoy being at the pub while the lionesses are on --probably down to copious amounts of prosecco.
But I don't generally like it. I hate it.
I am very judgmental too and generally I am very much a live and let live sort of woman. I like 'new' things even if they're not my thing. Not football. I find the whole thing immature, silly, puerile, idiotic even. I know I am being unreasonable. I know I am-please anyone who follows football on here don't think I don't know that I am being awful-I do. But things have happened and I also see grown-ups acting in a certain way, showing off, the chants, the shouting- and talking none-stop about kicking a bag of air around a field for HOURS and hours and it has left me so lonely and upset so many times. Last time I was so so fed up, I was exhausted, hungry, tired beyond belief and so so bored. I asked DP for us to go home and it was a no (and before anyone says why didn't I just leave, I couldn't, we live quite far apart and I had nowhere to go)!
I genuinely 100% wish I could join in, wish I liked it, wish I 'got' it.
But I don't.
That was cathartic!