Originally Posted by Badcat:
“So she is still a stupid selfish mare it seems. When I was depressed and tired years ago Mr BC still wanted to come round and see me, even just to sit in silence watching films. Because he missed me and wanted to hold my hand. That Lizard, is love. That is what baker boy is trying to offer you but you are just too dim to notice. I'm sure all those years of living off lettuce leaves have affected her brain you know.
Love isn't all expensive body oil, wiping the bottom of the milk bottle or having perfect lighting in the bathroom and a tidy garden. It's about being happy enough to sit in your jimjams with no make up on, having a cuddle watching something you both like and sharing a packet of biccies or making each other laugh.... just being normal and enjoying the person you are with.
It's not about you Liz, it's about poor baker boy as well. I bet all he wants to do is be able to sit on a sofa with her to have a hug without her hyperventilating because he is messing up her Prada cashmere throw that the puppy keeps weeing on)”
That sums up exactly how I feel about their situation.
There's a decade between the ages of myself and my partner, and Liz and David; but we've reached an age where it's just lovely to be able to 'veg-out' and watch 'crap-TV' at weekends... even if the lightbulb in the bathroom has blown.
We give each other space during the week to run around like idiots, only to get together at the weekend, and chill... Quite often we shag like bunnies, sometimes we cuddle and stroke, and at others we just so zzz'd... that we zzzz. Those are special times for us because we have love and respect for each other.
I feel greatly for David, because whilst it's obvious for most of us that there are many fish in the sea... he's snagged a shark that's devouring him and he needs to cut it loose.