Dear love of my life,
I hate it when you are in one of your moods, you are even worse than I am, I might be one for having the odd funny five minutes but you are predictable in your pattern of grudge holding, sulking and generally making things uncomfortable. Atleast with me it's all over so quickly that I don't make you feel like you can't sit in the same room as me.

We all have our peculiarities, mine might be going off at you over something supposedly insignificant. But rightly or wrongly I have come to the conclusion that it's less a case of you being laid back and more a case of me being more considerate and less about me being irrational and more about you not understanding me. The way you have started to pick at me saying I am always admiring myself, that really annoys me because I don't regard myself as a vain person and I think you'd soon start complaining if I stopped taking care of myself.

You are right about me not really listening to you when you moan about work, you moan about the same things almost every day. I have listened to it for over a year and could probably recite word for word every little thing you have to complain about. Forgive me for not 'being a good listener' - you need some new material.

Also, I hate that you do basically fuck all round the house. You clean the toilet, when I ask. You Hoover. Under duress. I don't ask you to pick stuff up from the shops after work anymore because there is a condition attached 'I will, if there aren't massive queues' - OF COURSE THERE WILL BE QUEUES, WORK HAS JUST KICKED OUT AND THE REST OF LONDON ARE HUNTING FOR DINNER TOO! So I stand in the queues and struggle with bags most nights on the tube but that's ok, isn't it?

You might drive me nuts sometimes but there's no one in the world who knows me like you do. The most important thing of all is that I love you, I will always support you and my life would be a dark place without you in it.

Just take the bins out without either having to be asked or expecting a pat on the back for doing so and for Christsakes stop bloody SULKING.

Xx

I have loads of letters I've never sent to lots of people, I think writing letters is a really cathartic way of getting some of that irrational rage out and not saying something you might live to regret.
(GirlOfTheWorld, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 14:44, 5 replies)

Have
you stolen my girlfriend?
(dchurch bah, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 14:48, closed)

Hahahaha
"You just don't understand me"

"There's no one who knows me like you"

Oh boy.

Welcome to the real world.

Love is a lot of things, but pretty ain't one of them.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 14:51, closed)

ha!
I know what I mean.
(GirlOfTheWorld, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 14:55, closed)

A holiday. The two of you.
Take one. Now. Anywhere. Bath's nice this time of year.
( SpankyHanky, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 15:03, closed)

It will never get better than this

But probably not a lot worse either.

Blokes are shit at many things - usually things they consider to be of little to no value.

Women are shit at other things - things they consider of little value.

Women's tempers flare like magnesium, men's take much longer to ignite, like a log, but then smoulder for ages. We can't help it, and we find it hard to 'forgive' you for your flare ups because they affect US more than YOU.

The secret is to chill - accept things as they are and MTFU and get on with your lives. You do things for each other because you're a couple and the alternative is lonely.

And like Spanky says: take some time out when neither of you has to do their chores and enjoy each other.

Paris isn't too crowded this time of year either.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 16:53, closed)