Explosion Monday, Dec 24 2012 

Yesterday me and some friends went to a pub, my boyfriend was amongst the group that went.

He had made a pub quiz for us all to do and when the pub closed decided to carry on doing it outside.

I was freezing and made a fuss about us just going home as I hadn’t slept the night before; was ridiculously cold; and just believed the night was over.

He still continued with the quiz and insisted I stayed when I tried to leave even thought I said he could just come home after me.

Anyway, we walked home in complete silence with me putting my headphones on.

When we got home he gave me a kiss on the head and said bye- apparently he was going to his dads.

He walked off and after having a little cry on the street I followed him.
I think the above picture is the only way to describe what happened next…

He completely exploded about me always wanting to get my own way and being weird about him being friends with girls. He then refused to come back to mine.

It was a truly horrific night with a lot of crying and I genuinely thought we were breaking up.

Finally, he came back home.

I was so tired and a bit drunk and kept falling asleep and thinking of Pokemon during the conversation.

We fought about me not liking him being friends with girls and I said I got jealous of any girl spending more time with him than I do- he said no girl does. I said I didn’t like the way some of his friendships were.

The argument ended for him in me saying I would chill about girls and wouldn’t be so pushy.

I think this is definitely one of the most horrific arguments we’ve had.

We went to Christmas lunch at his and he says everything is fine and we’re okay and he loves me. I worry that he’ll change his mind.

I hate that I don’t get to see him till the day after Boxing Day- consequently that is also his birthday.

I’m guessing this Christmas isn’t going to be particularly great.

Grace x

Operation Day! Tuesday, Aug 21 2012 

Hey there!

So, my boyfriend is finally having his hand operation today to try to repair the cut he got from a kitchen knife and restore the feeling in one of his fingers. He had to leave really early today and tried to make me promise I would go back to sleep but I am simply too restless- I guess blogging will be occurring pretty regularly today. Yesterday I discovered that hugging was just rubbish with an injured hand and spooning just wasn’t going to happen; in fact I was so damn worried I would roll over in my sleep and crush it or wake up not realising he was injured and grab it I decided to sleep on a blow up mattress on the floor!

Apart from this, it was a pretty good night . The cheeky fucker even had the nerve to ask for a hand job, his argument being that the one and a half days he went without a sexual encounter was simply too long. Now, half way through this I realised I myself would not be getting much sexual attention in the near future; this is crap. I have a pretty high sex drive and in a way it is not actually a drive for orgasms or anything like that, its more the weight of man and the heat and passion which I enjoy, sadly, I am currently cut off. Rubbish cuddles will have to suffice. 

On the bright side I have a lot of fun things ahead of me today, there’s blogging for one which I have discovered is absolutely awesome; reading the blogs of others; pokemon; nip/tuck; an episode of ‘How to be a Gentleman’ which my boyfriend wouldn’t watch with me as he’s already seen it; food; bath and reading ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’, which yes, is an odd choice for one who’s room is clogged with classics. Additionally, I have discovered some sort of growth on my foot which feels like a new bone growing. This bothers me due to my fiddling tendencies as I have to fiddle with it, yet it feels awful when I do. Apparently, before modern medicine bibles would be dropped on these to help the cells disperse… I guess I have something to do if I get REALLY bored and nervous then.

Grace x