When did I create you characters in my puzzled mind and write my autobiography, sounds like my dilemmas of the past 6 months.
My wrongs include:
Being unhappy that one of Mrs H's work colleagues claimed to have slept with her yet she failed to fire him
Being unhappy that Mrs H isn't sure she 'loves me'
Being unhappy to have to live at my retarded sisters
Scaring her (though she's happy to leave me with the kids whilst attending all night parties)
Being unhappy that my wife thinks speed is not much different to red bull
Not being as much fun as i once was
Being possesive but
Not paying her enough attention
Leaving hospital (8 years ago) when she was close to labour (thrown out by nurses)
Having parents that she doesn't like (despite her being doleite inbred sex offenders)
Being unhappy that my wife feels the truth is something to be used sparingly
Not trusting her
I've taken a new approach, you see I used to argue back thinking that I was right and I could demonstrate her errors. The problem being she is a maniac, will get custody of our children and is more willing for us to be apart than I am. So the new approach is to tell her it is her life, she's old enough to make her own decisions and that I love her and will always be here (cause unfortunately that's the way I feel).
The problem is that I spend a lot of time feeling like "if Carlsberg made babysitters...". At what age can I expect a 31 year old woman to grow up? Her claims that "I am a good mum" I like to believe yet she's spent about an hour in their company this weekend and most of it was shouting at them because she has a headache (hangover)...
I am undecided whether it is brave to try and battle it out and attempt to mend what's broken (for her) or whether it's merely cowardice that is stopping me taking a very long walk?
