Hiya folks. How ya doin’?
Having a barney with my boyfriend which I’ve dealt with by going very, very quiet.
He was decrying my chosen activities and up with that I could not put.
I had to walk away but ended up walking right back as I always do.
Just have to weather it until M returns, the M I know and love who sometimes turns into a thuggish lout who fondly imagines he’d be better off on his own!
Laugh? I nearly sh*t my pants.
The poor man is hopelessly deluded if for one minute he seriously believes he could take me or leave me!
I picked up my Oxford English, ever the ally in times of trial, and looked at ‘respect’.
Was willing to read the definition out to him but he thought he knew what it meant already.
It says words to the effect that respect means a deep admiration for a person based on their abilities, character qualities or achievements.
Plus sundry other usages as in ‘with all due respect’ etc.
With all due respect, M, you’re a nincompoop.
Aren’t blogs the ideal place to vent sometimes! Especially as he isn’t in the habit of creeping up from behind to see what I’m writing (he’ll think it’s about him!) and as he isn’t computer savvy there’s not danger of him ever checking it out and charging me with calumnies on his good name.
Well Hypomania Hotel turned out to be a one-night-stand by the way. Just as well, I couldn’t really afford more than one night in that luxury suite… Fun while it lasted I know better than to attempt a longer stay.
M is nettled by the fact that I have male friends whose company I value. Both of their names begin with R and I would not be without them.
OK so am I a candidate for the lie detector test on Jeremy Kyle to see if I’ve been ‘cheating’ or not?
Well m’Lud no kissing, cuddling or hugging except for the ‘goodbye’, friendly variety takes place. Conversation is had, and duly appreciated at least by me.
Yes these guys are exes in the sense that I knew them both in the Biblical sense in the past.
So what do you say Jeremy? Does that make me of dubious morals?
In M’s eyes it might. In fact I wanted R2 to come round to my house so that I could type up some of his poems for him, but alas, I had to accede to M’s wishes that this not happen and I did. Out of respect for him and deference to his feelings. He rewarded me this morning with an early morning rant about how I should spend more time praying and reading the Bible and less at places like RISE and DRA (Dual Recovery Anonymous).
I can’t be the only one who has fantasised about going on Jeremy Kyle. How easily the audience could go against me. Equally easy would be coming across as a saintly martyr, more sinned against than sinning. Television is a fickle mistress. And what if the Lie Detector gets it wrong!
No amount of promised ‘aftercare’ by the counselling team would be able to compensate for the loss of face and reputation in the eye of a million viewers.
M, I let you do your thing. Please just let me get on with mine.
I love you much my treasure and would be lost without you…
Thanks for letting me vent dear readers. It won’t happen again until the next time.
Kisses. Z X