The weekend

They came to visit this weekend.
It was a lovely weekend, all in all.

It gets a little harder to dislike her as I get to know her; although it doesn't stop me thinking what I do.

I spent the few weeks getting all excited about him coming, sorting the house getting everything straight, I suppose I wanted to make a 'good' impression. (why I feel I have to make a good impression I'm not sure - He knows me, and I am mostly me when he's around.)

It was nice to have a social time together - we did have a genuinely nice time, and The more we talked the more I realised how alike we really are.

But he's gone now and I feel very blue.

It's not like it will be long before I see him again a couple of weeks I think - but after that it could be a fair few months; emails will ensue I'm sure, but well, it's not quite the same is it.

My obsession

I do think she does not appreciate him.
don't get me wrong.
I like her, but well - she makes him feel bad for doing what he enjoys, once she seemed to give him a hard time for having dinner with friends and not come home to her, another time she didn't reply to texts or any other electronic messages and when rung, she'd sounded upset and said she'd been essentially hiding from the world all day... she made him worry and rush home - See him little enough as it is, and that made it less.

I would appreciate him far more than she seems to...

Maybe I've not been so honest with myself.

To the untrained eye it looks like for the last couple of years my life has been fabulous. no need for the blog.
Well. Its untrue.
In the last 2 years I had a massive fallout with hisself. We made up. we still have rocky patches though and those are tough.

I think I'm still alittle obsessed too. I get it under control for a while and then *bang* it reappears.
its the little things - comments made jokes shared... but thats for another post.