Don't argue with me

 


My daughter has split from her partner and is feeling a bit broken hearted. As her mother I feel sad too, though it is a rite of passage. When I was younger I tended to be the one who broke hearts apart from Kevin. I was 16 years old and Kevin tore my heart out and chewed it up! Of course my divorce was pretty unpleasant too.

Long term relationships are hard. My mum thinks that me and Mark argue well. And we do, minor quarrels, bickering really, we say what we think and then we laugh and it's over. However, we also have some blood curdling fights! When we were newly together I'd hate him so much I felt sure we should divorce. Then after a few years I realised that even when I hated him I loved him more. We wouldn't divorce because mostly we were happy and would spend the rest of our lives together. So after a fight I'll just shake myself off, forgive him for being a twat, and just carry on. Even now, after 26 years of being together we have a hum dinger maybe once a year. I'm sure he hates my behaviour just as much as I hate his. But we keep going because the bigger picture is the only picture worth looking at.

I've actually written a poem for him. (Feel free to slip lol) -

I'd drive through every red light

Kick and punch in a cat fight

I'd run naked down the street

Telling every one I meet

I'd go to India and walk on nails

Then on to France to eat some snails 

I'd climb to the top of Everest

Steal an egg from an eagles nest

I'd swim the entire Atlantic sea

And then I'd get down on one knee

I'd lasso the sun and make it dark

Just to tell you, I love you Mark

This week's picture is Libby opening her birthday presents. She's now 8 years old. Pretty amazing considering the vets and hospital didn't think she'd reach her 7th birthday! She's just doing so well, she is my little miracle! FYI her first gift was a cute and cuddly sheep. The one in her mouth is real life (but very dead) deer ears! I mean I bought them but I wasn't prepared for them being so real! Totally gross! Yuk! 

Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.

This week's job interview was with my niece, Hannah, aged 22.

Job title - OCC communications officer

What do you do - Answer 101 and 999 calls

Best bits - different every day

Worst bits - people only call with bad problems not nice things

Anecdotes - a silently 999 call sounded like someone having sex, turned out it was an elderly person who'd fallen over, bless.

Surprise -the public find dead bodies 4-5 times a week! 


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