I'm going to have to check the start date of hockey season. I might be able to go to a hockey game too, maybe even to see my team play at home. I have time to plan. I love the idea of going somewhere fun for ourselves.
I remember last year Stbx randomly decided to do Valentine's day and do a bunch of random, really sweet things. But all that it really did was make me mad because it proved that he could be thoughtful and considerate, he just CHOSE not to do it on a daily basis.
If a guy wants to really impress me, he should treat me like every day is Valentine's day. Don't just do it when everyone else days you should.
ETA this stance on Valentine's day is probably a large part of why I'm single. LOL I'm really not that high maintenance.
right there with you. STBX finally decided to empty the dishwasher instead of just piling up more dishes in the sink. And he ran the vacuum. Good job asshole. All he did was piss me off more because he proved me right. He CHOSE to be a lazy douche for all those years.
Sorry fool. Too little, too late. I shouldn't have had to say "I want a divorce" before he decided to pull his own weight. I've already checked out and I'm looking forward to the future.
tiramisu... yes, I've taken my rings off. But that's not a big statement. I didn't wear them very often to start with. I never liked my engagement ring. It's too big and the crowns are too sharp, so I was always catching it on something or scratching myself or DS with it.
Stbx did that too...once he unloaded an reloaded the dishwasher then tried morewith the kids for a few days. But in therapy he was still "I don't know what you want me to do around the house!". Yet, he could see the sink was full or that the garbage needed to go out.
Stbx did that too...once he unloaded an reloaded the dishwasher then tried morewith the kids for a few days. But in therapy he was still "I don't know what you want me to do around the house!". Yet, he could see the sink was full or that the garbage needed to go out.
Too little too late.
Exact.same.person.
As I sit in the dining room (working from home) smelling the trash that really needs to go out as H is snoring in the living room.
I had a dream last night that Boyfriend started writing reminder notes to himself on the front door with sharpie. They were really dumb reminders like " did you close the door on your way out?" and "did you put on pants before you left?". I was really happy when this was not real life.