All You Need is Love
****WARNING - THIS POST CONTAINS SEVERE SOPPINESS. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OF A CYNICAL DISPOSITION (UNLESS YOU HAVE PMS, IN WHICH CASE YOU'LL LOVE IT - BUT HAVE THE TISSUES HANDY)****
I have had an absolutely fantastic weekend.
On Saturday, we woke up really early and decided to go into town and have breakfast in our favourite coffee shop which overlooks the river and has nice French pastries and big leather sofas... just a gorgeous start to the day. He then patiently followed me around while I went on a hunt for new trousers. Unbelievably, it was a raging success and I got a pair of wonderfully seventies black flared cords from the sales rack, for a mere tenner! Then compounded that achievement by finding a pair of supercute black ballet style flats for a tenner hidden in amongst all the chavvy stilletoes in New Look. And then we had to go to HMV because He was worried that if He spent any more time in girls' shops, He'd start growing ovaries.
Saturday afternoon was spent playing with my wardrobe and trying on lots of old clothes which are getting closer to fitting again... I've lost at least an inch off my waist thanks to all the exercise torture, so I might as well make the most of it!
Then, in the evening, we curled up on the sofa and listened to music, and talked, and snogged like teenagers, and it was just... (SEVERE SOPPINESS ALERT - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)... gorgeous. It feels like by planning Brighton and breaking away from all the shit that's happened over the last year with His family and money and everything else, we're finally able to get back to being 'us' again. Now that all the stress is melting away (and okay, we still have stress, but it's easier because it's all based around Brighton, and we know that it's going to be worth it... if you see what I mean) I can remember why we're together, rather than seeing Him as a sort of team-mate in the fight against the crap being thrown at us. I'm remembering all the reasons why being with Him, marrying Him, was a good idea, and it feels fantastic.
And so, although yesterday was vile, and no-one is speaking to me (and only grudgingly speaking to Him) I don't give a shit. They can all fuck off, because they're miserable, we're happy, and really, what more proof do you need that we're doing the right thing?
I have had an absolutely fantastic weekend.
On Saturday, we woke up really early and decided to go into town and have breakfast in our favourite coffee shop which overlooks the river and has nice French pastries and big leather sofas... just a gorgeous start to the day. He then patiently followed me around while I went on a hunt for new trousers. Unbelievably, it was a raging success and I got a pair of wonderfully seventies black flared cords from the sales rack, for a mere tenner! Then compounded that achievement by finding a pair of supercute black ballet style flats for a tenner hidden in amongst all the chavvy stilletoes in New Look. And then we had to go to HMV because He was worried that if He spent any more time in girls' shops, He'd start growing ovaries.
Saturday afternoon was spent playing with my wardrobe and trying on lots of old clothes which are getting closer to fitting again... I've lost at least an inch off my waist thanks to all the exercise torture, so I might as well make the most of it!
Then, in the evening, we curled up on the sofa and listened to music, and talked, and snogged like teenagers, and it was just... (SEVERE SOPPINESS ALERT - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)... gorgeous. It feels like by planning Brighton and breaking away from all the shit that's happened over the last year with His family and money and everything else, we're finally able to get back to being 'us' again. Now that all the stress is melting away (and okay, we still have stress, but it's easier because it's all based around Brighton, and we know that it's going to be worth it... if you see what I mean) I can remember why we're together, rather than seeing Him as a sort of team-mate in the fight against the crap being thrown at us. I'm remembering all the reasons why being with Him, marrying Him, was a good idea, and it feels fantastic.
And so, although yesterday was vile, and no-one is speaking to me (and only grudgingly speaking to Him) I don't give a shit. They can all fuck off, because they're miserable, we're happy, and really, what more proof do you need that we're doing the right thing?
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