Do you know what Malcolm... I'm going to have a good old proper self indulgent whinge now...
He has NEVER looked after me when I've been ill. Never cooked for me, apart from maybe 5 times in 12 yrs of shove in the oven type affair so not exactly efforty stuff. He never did anything on Mothers day. Never did anything on Valentines day. Never did anything romantic for me/us. Never paid me compliments. Never took me out. Never bought me spontaneous flowers or gifts. Christmas and Birthdays were a running joke of non existence or ultra crapoid.
If I asked, because I had to ask - it wouldn't have been voluntary - 'how do I look?'... the best I would get is a 'yeah, you look nice' in a voice that suggested anything but. Or I'd get a constructive break down of whether x went with y.
What I would've given for a 'you look well fit' or similar, JUST ONCE!
And d'ya know what the worst of it is.... he's a nice guy. And I just told myself the rest was unimportant because he was a nice guy.
Well fucking Shame. On. Me!
What a twat I am. But never again, oh no. I'll be single 'til I die, rather than settle for that again. I'm not bothered about the material stuff, but the effort making, and romance need cost nothing.
THIS RANT IS NOW CLOSED.