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WHAT A MARE....
Someone give me strength or Valium. This week has been a total and utter mare.There are two weeks left befor me and Lukey either fish or cut bait and until now we've been trying to get the magic back.
Last week the dozy bugger went up to london and was going to come back Friday night, but I told him it was OK if he wasn't. On Saturday I woke up and he's asleep outside in his Van.I screamed that I had waited up for him,and he said he thought I hadn't wanted him home.
We had a right fruity exchange on the street - it was like an episode of corrie, I was raving like leanne Battersby and then I chucked him out.
He packed a few things and drove off in his transit, but the minute he left I had a panic attack and wanted him back. I called his mobile but he had switched it off.
Then I got a message from him in the afternoon saying he was sorry, that I deserved better and that he would come and get the rest of his things. I finally got through and told him to come back so we could talk.
After a day walking in the Welsh Mountains a soggy Lukey cam back on Saturday night. I'd rather we didn't have a ding dong in the street but spending time apart gave me time to think how I feel about him.
I love Lukey and he Loves me, I trust him with my life, he'd never hurt me and he worships the ground I walk on. Which is a bloody lot better than the last ********s I dated.
Maybe I need to focus on what we do have rather than what we don't........
Two pics of them kissing.