Thank God for work. Yep, I know what I just said - and no I'm not drunk or taking any kind of medication, I truly mean it.
These last few weeks have been a real piece of horse shit. After been strung along for a little while, Mr Z (don't think it'd be 100% accurate to call him Mr "D", but it's certainly borderline) realised that relationships aren't all moonlight and roses, and that I actually have my own opinions which didn't match his. I guess some guys just can't handle a woman having strong views. Probably for the best I suppose, his skinniness made me feel like a freakin' whale. I'd just realised that he was a good guy, and that I was happier than I'd been before, when he suddenly decided he was bored with being a boyfriend.
I know quite a few blokes at the moment who aren't happy in their relationships, but they're just too scared to say anything. Not because they're scared of their girlfriends but because they don't want to rock the boat, or they don't like the confrontation. Some guys think they're doing the best thing by not talking things out, but all it does is makes the situation worse.when suddenly out of the blue they start giving you the cold shoulder - and you've no idea why.
Statistics show that women speak three times as much as men, with women using approximately 20,000 words per day compared to a mans 7,000 (approx). Maybe this is where we're going wrong? Maybe us women should just revert back to how our ancestors were back in the 18th and 19th century and just keep our mouths shut. Instead of us trying to talk things through, we should just except that the other person isn't "the one" and move on. But then, at the end of the day, I still can't change my opinions and views, and Mr Z didn't like that my views were different to his. If everyone agreed with each other it'd be the worlds most boring - and shortest - conversation ever!
So here I am, single again and getting ready to order my "Crazy cat lady starter kit". But at least I can watch my tv programmes in peace!
Things have been tough recently, and not just because of Mr Z, but thankfully I'm starting to feel a bit more positive and I owe that to my lovely work mates. I may be a cynic, but I'm losing a little of my negativity. I think. Have your winter woollies at the ready just in case hell freezes over.
