It all now crashes to shore. In a few short days what was a wonderful, intoxicating, fun, exillerating, intense sexual/romantic liaison is now becoming increasingly HUM DRUM.
Seems that C has not gone to work today. He ‘can’t face all his bosses shit’ and they have apparently had a physical fight before (? the mind boggles). He is now skulking around at his place, avoiding the gmail sign-in incase someone at work spots he is on-line, and he has ’switched his phone off’.
So the text I sent earlier that said ‘ period has finished, hurrah, when are you up for some mind blowing sex gorgeous?xx’
is now pretty much redundant…….bugger. He has become a miserable, self -obsessed ( yeah, pot and kettle. whatever!), bore. Doesn’t he get it? I want him to be FUN! and I want to have a LAUGH! and have crazy sex and be wild together, not have him skulking about questioning himself to the point of complete inertia.
Bugger. It’s all my fault for telling him that he can’t love anyone until he loves himself and that the only person in this world that will make him happy is HIMSELF.
Shite, should have kept my big fat mouth SHUT!
