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I’m not one for reblogging, but I really love this film.
Things have changed.
The last year has been almost hell.
Things are better.
Happier.
Still not enough adventures.
You really don’t listen sometimes.
You also don’t remember. Well you do, but only the version of events that you want to remember.
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I’m not one for reblogging, but I really love this film.
You know I don’t like gardening. You know full well it’s not my favourit thing in the whole word.
So why, when I get myself all revved up and almost excited about doing something in the garden, do you have to a: Distracted me from doing it by asking me to do other tasks that you could quite easily do yourself, and b: rail-road me into doing gardening things that you want so that I totally achieve nothing that I set out to do myself?
We go shopping to get you some new clothes. I don’t mind, it was my idea.
You look at items, then buy them without trying them on, then expect me to take time out of my day to return them for you when you decide you don’t like them.
What makes it worse is you’re going shopping again in a couple of days, to the same place we’ve just been to. Why can’t you return them?
As I was getting ready to head home after my weekend away, you ask if I’ll call into M&S or Sainsbury’s to pick you up some things for salads.
That’s not a problem, and knowing how you prefer the food from M&S I make every effort to get there before it closes. On the way you send a text asking me to call you when I get there. That’s also not a problem.
So with 40 minutes until the shops close I get to M&S and I call. “Will you pick up some cleaning products too please?” you ask.
Of course I will it’s not a problem, but why didn’t you say in your text “Call me when you get there as I need some cleaning products”? M&S don’t do cleaning stuff and I’d have gone straight to Sainsbury’s rather than leaving me 40 minutes to get round M&S (as you now know I’m there and are really looking forward to their salad stuff), and out of the retail park, along the motorway and into the supermarket before it shuts!
Text message - “I’m back in the room if you want to call.”
I ring.
You - “I’m just drying my hair can I call you back”
Twenty minutes later, nothing. How long does it take to dry your hair.
I called. 2 rings and straight to answer phone. That means you hit the ‘busy’ button.
Text message - “Sorry in the bar now, will try and call later”
If you don’t want to speak to me, that’s cool, just don’t drag things out and pretend like you want to.
You say we should be able to do our own things. I agree, we should. We often do, and it’s a good thing.
So why did you get pissed off, that I didn’t want to come with you, when you went for your spray tan last night?
It’s hardly the most thrilling experience for me.
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