@shitwithsugaron Stop doing a downer on yourself immediately
. You're a mum! What's wrong with a mum tum?? Stop comparing yourself to a 23 year old with a washboard stomach and the probably the personality of a gnat judging by what goes on on instagram. Honestly, strut your stuff whatever's hanging over the top of your knickers - men love confident women - it's a very sexy quality in men and women. I've got a right old podgy tum, but MrC seems to love the softness and roundness of it - he's always rubbing it when we're having a spooning cuddle - I've given up sucking it in now
. He hates his hairy shoulders, but I love them - beauty is most definitely in the eye of the beholder. II'll tell you now, any many who is lucky enough to be having sex with you is absolutely not thinking "Christ, she could do with losing a few pounds", they're thinking "God, this is fucking great, I hope my cock is big enough/I'm pleasuring her!"
So what if you don't like the same music or feel you're a "bit dull" compared to him? Isn't it our differences which make us interesting to other people - are you the calm to his storm, the hug he needs when he's having a down day (like last week!), the voice of reason when he's a bit off kilter?
Me & MrC don't have loads in common - I feel like he's from a different generation sometimes with his music choices, and although he'll be the first to admit he's not into Abba or Spandau Ballet, he's programmed Absolute 70's and 80's stations into his car radio for me
. He loves footy - I can't bear it. He missed the end of the match yesterday to sit and have a drink in the garden with me whilst it was still sunny (pre toddler discovering sex toys incident). He vapes - I can't stand that but I live with it, it's not a dealbreaker anymore. I love Antiques Road Show and he'd probably rather poke his eyes out than watch it. He doesn't know who Tony Hadley is! I could go on, but my point is despite our differences we have enough in common to be making a go of things and whilst I'll never think watching the Isle of Man TT racing is the highlight of my evening, I do it because he likes it - he could well be sat thinking "she probably thinks I'm a real twat for liking all this sport", who knows?