Last night's braai (barbecue) started off a bit on the weird side. W missed the first half then rolled up for the second with elderly friend in tow. W bit worse for wear - she watched the first half in the pub!
Strangely, she said she'd been invited to town for a meal but chose not to go!
Evening went well until elderly friend got into his normal pawing state. I'm starting to get a little fed up at this stage so asked hime to stop it (like I've done in the past). He apologised and as usual said he always got into that state with anyone that would put up with him! Prat!!
I cooked - W made beautiful veggies which I complimented her on. We (Stormers) won. And after the pawing finished I went off to bed leaving both to chat.
Morning - bit of a head. Made way to kitchen for coffee for me and tea for the W. Passed her bedroom door, knocked and said "tea honey". Response - "mumble, grrr, sleeping". I said I'd leave it on the dining table. Pause. Then "bring it in please"!
We both got ready (eventually). I went for a few things shopping. Had lunch together - leftovers from braai.
W did washing (on a Sunday!!!). I sorted out her iPhone (yes we have them in South Africa as well :-). And she knits.
She says she's off to watch the football tonight (about 10.00 pm local time) but didn't really feel like it - wanted to sleep! W - the party animal wants to sleep!!! AND she took her knitting with her with the hope that people would leave her alone to finish!!! BOY are things changing on planet W.
I asked her if she was ever going to get around to knitting me something - she says she's already started!!!!!!!!! WTF????????? Knitting for enemy number 1 - go figure.
So - W says she'll be back tomorrow and that we should go shop for the home. I thought I'd have to that myself.
Oh a final curve ball. W says I hope I didn't mind her locking her bedroom door because.......... the dogs kept breaking in and sleeping on the bed. It WASN'T to keep me out (what would I do in there anyway? - keep it clean folks!!!) !!!! Another relief.
zig - hope your 10 year old has the birthday party of a lifetime!
There are VERY few people who would bring me back to this board, much less cause me to sign in and respond.... You happen to be one of them. Be that as it may... I will say this, you can only be yourself...
Being a "very good boy" is like putting on a mask and walking on egg-shells. You don't want to make her mad, or upset her, or do anything to rock the boat, therefore, you allow yourself to become something that you are not.
We all make mistakes... We all screw up from time to time, however, don't let her reactions keep you from being the "Mac" that I know :))))
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May All Who Seek To Take My Life Be Put To Shame And Confusion; May All Who Desire My Ruin Be Turned Back In Disgrace. ~Psalm 40:14~
It has taken me almost 3 years to learn that tears are a good thing
They cleanse and they heal and yes, sometimes, it does feel great to let them go.
Trust me when I say this, I do not want to be right... In this aspect, I would rather be dead wrong.
However, since I am not, the question I pose to you is this... What are you going to do about it?
As happy as I am to see you again, I am sorry it isn't under better circumstances, but you know how to find me I am off to dreamland... Have a blessed rest, filled with sweet dreams!
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May All Who Seek To Take My Life Be Put To Shame And Confusion; May All Who Desire My Ruin Be Turned Back In Disgrace. ~Psalm 40:14~
Hi Serenity. Hope the zzzzzz's didn't wake the neighbors And that's your dreams were filled with fluffy pink pussycats (or dogs or fish or … you know what I mean
Boy you ask the most soul searching questions! Good. Need to do some of that. Get rid of the cobwebs and back onto firm ground.
What am I going to do about it?
Depends on how I want this to end. Wow! My W goes to a L and now I'm still looking at the sitch as though I'm in control!
I suppose I am because the W certainly isn't acting rationally. BTW - she's had no response to any of the cv's she's sent out. And the idea of working with her Pa seems to have died a death (I hate to say it but - thank the lord).
What am I going to "do"? Sit back and watch the tantrums and fireworks - hopefully. It's part of a painful process - been there, done that. The important question I'm grappling with is how to avoid this lot in the future. Every three years looking for signs doesn't appeal to me in the least.
Right - off to customer number two. Yes I nicked some of there time for me - naughty boy! Then off to shop with the W. seriously thinking of giving her the bank card so she can feel in control of the finances. She really should be and take the weight of my shoulders. Les give it a go!
Well - there goes a non-event. No W and so far no shopping expedition. And no I've not bugged her with an SMS. She knows what time I get home and she KNOWS that she'd suggested the shopping.
So - poo to it all until (and if) it happens.
Drop the rope, drop the rope, drop the rope (manta of the week).
I am off to dreamland... Have a blessed rest, filled with sweet dreams!