I just bought myself a notebook. It's substantially bigger and I will still fill it with hope and love and imagination. :-)
Had a lovely day with various DC's, went on a charity shop hunt with Ds2, to no avail, but bought nice tea cups in tk maxx and pyjamas for DD, (£8) who was delighted.
The more I think about voldemort, oh I was an idiot, continually excused his behaviour. When he was unemployed, I sent job ads, cooked him dinner once a week, took him to the pub, bought him constant drinks. Because I was in love. I was so pleased for him when he got a job, (still am) I never do anything with the expectation of return, but, you know, take me out for dinner with your first paycheck. It was an unequal relationship. If he wants to get a bit of us back in his life, then the constant ego-stroke is over and he needs to crawl over metaphoric broken glass.
Mr haha and I are going to a vodka bar tomorrow night. He checks in on OKC when he wakes up 'just to say hello' he seems to think vodka will peel away my cynicism. How much vodka is there!?
watch dear lord, absolutely cringing for the cinema queue. How much worse would it have been if you had fucked him and it was awful though?!
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