This post is more than likely not going to make much sense. My heart is just so sore I need to spill random feelings somewhere. You have been warned!
Hottie and I are on the verge of killing each other. We have been bickering and fighting constantly and things don’t seem to be improving. I realise planning a wedding puts a lot of strain on any couple, but for fuck sakes how much?
We argue about gifts, ties, speeches, the venue. It just doesn’t stop. In the last three days we have barely spoken. It has now come to things like “How was your day” – erm.....we fucking WORK together!!!! “The traffic is hectic this morning” – yes, I am with you in the car!!!!!
Our morning drives which used to be the highlight of my day are now basically filled with silence and Gareth Cliff. Every week his biological father makes an appointment to visit and then cancels. He has no idea who his son is and the favouritism between the brothers makes me physically ill!!
This weekend coming is again fully booked and we will barely see each other. Perhaps it will be good for us – I hope so. I just miss our carefree relationship where we weren’t biting each other’s heads off at every opportunity.
And the cruncher? I am as much to blame if not more.