Lazy Sunday. Not much planned.

do washing, eat leftover pizza, peel Paul off PC for general household stuff. huffff......

On that note, does he really think labelling his seperate PORN hardrive PrOn is going to confuse me into thinking its not there? Likewise labelling his Rangers photos with numbers wont make me more curious, open then and then go "Ah. More football" and realise that now not only is he lying to me, but that he didnt listen or understand to a word I've said. I don't care about the porn, its more the "Lets assume she's too thick to anagram 2 letters. HA! that'll confuse her"

I know people change. No-one's ever the same as when you first start seeing them. Change is inevitable as you, as a couple blend and the lines defining who you were become smudged and blurry. But for someone who never mentioned football to become a football freak, to the extent that singing the McDonalds tune to small kids wearing a celtic strip provides thier greatest source of amusement is a bit disconcerting.

Fair enough I've probably changed in ways he doesnt like, putting on weight, finding out I'm possibly infertile, plunging headlong into depression. I get the feeling he's only staying with me out of pity. You know, like the scabby one eyed three legged Jack Russell thats left in the pet shop and you take it because no-one else will. Perhaps I'm his Jack Russell.

I wish things were simple again. I wish i didnt cry all the time. I wish this was a happier place because now by venting how i feel I will gradually drive everyone away with my self pity and moroseness.