Darren is working away from home this week. 4 days on the south coast doing the job he enjoys. This has really hacked me off (which I'm embarrassed to admit). Even though Tom is staying with us I am lonely. I mean, what's the point in having a partner if there's no one here to make me a cup of tea, no one to wake up in the middle of the night to stop them snoring, no one to share the bath water with, no one to lie in bed with and listen to the radio news and no one to tell me off for not wiping the dogs muddy paws? And don't go giving me that "we all need a bit of space" nonsense. If I wanted space I would watch Star Trek. I'm the kind of fella who likes to live in someones pockets. I like my sentences finished for me and I like wearing matching anoraks. I'm a "we" person. If I'm going to be on my own then I want the 'benefits' of being alone. And we all know what they are. Actually, I don't want them really, I just don't want to be on my own. The restructure at Darrens workplace means that there will be more working away from home for him this year and more sitting at my PC bored off my tits till 1am for me.
Some friends would be nice but I'm not very good at keeping them. The very nature of 'happy coupledom' makes maintaining friendships difficult for me. Add to that this enormous city ("pop round for a coffee? love to! I'll be there in an hour and a half") and a dog, which prohibits any after-work entertainment (I love him to bits and it wasn't my idea to get him), and you're left with a friend-unfriendly scenario.
Blimey, what a moaner I am today. Must be this grey wet weather and the lack of chocolate, red wine and my bf's company. He's back tomorrow night so hopefully my temprement will improve (I'll be moaning about him hogging the TV remote by Saturday).