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Jeez you wouldn't want to depend on me to reply to txt message....I might read it then forget to reply. Most people who know me just call me.
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This is my classic move I think I better reply to that right after I finish this phone goes in pocket five minutes later eh what was i supposed to do
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It was my daughter's 2nd birthday yesterday and her daddy dearest brought her up a bag of 2nd hand teddy bears(he did not even bother putting them in a washing machine to clean them) that what he thought of her the tight bastard! Bloody hell like he is totally un real in every sence!
sorry but i had to get that off my chest !
That's horrible but the truth is some people just don't give a toss, if he doesn't see her regularly (ie daily basis) then it's easier for him to distants himself and then the actions he takes are done more out of obligation than love. Hope she still had a good day
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Baudelaire wrote: »That's horrible but the truth is some people just don't give a toss, if he doesn't see her regularly (ie daily basis) then it's easier for him to distants himself and then the actions he takes are done more out of obligation than love. Hope she still had a good day
Yep she had a small party with her big bro and big sis and had a great time it just pisses me off the way he treats his kids and the irony of it all is he is dragging me in to court so he can get guardianship! total joke ! he only uses the kids as a tax credit !:mad:0 -
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/takes off Mod hat, body armour and slings fitness nazi persona aside.
I'm so ploopy right now it's not even funny. My ploopiness stems not from my relationship but the difficulty we're having sustaining it. Long story short: my bf and I met last summer in Africa. Our first date was snorkelling in Zanzibar, and for three weeks our subsequent dates were spent riding on horseback alongside zebra herds in Zimbabwe, listening to hippo calls under the stars on a river boat in Zambia and bartering for wooden crafts in Malawi. Rosemantic huh
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Even though he's Australian and living in Scotland, we decided to give the relationship a go and we've spent the last 6 months taking it in turns to go back and forth to see each other on alternate weekends, and we're flying to Oz for his sisters' wedding in two weeks time. So far so good, it's been hard but we've kept ourselves going knowing having decided he was going to move here after we returned from the trip back (to his) home.
Of course that was until his visa appliaction was refused
When they say the working holiday visa is for 18-30 year olds, what they really mean is 18-29 year olds. He's 30 and was refused on his age. So now our only option is a work permit, but we're struggling to find contacts to get him sponsored (he's a carpenter/ cabinet maker) plus I'm not even sure if that's an eligible occupation?
The whole commuting between Dublin/ Edinburgh thing is really beginning to take its toll on us now that we don't know what's going to happen when his UK visa runs out in June. He wouldn’t be the most talkative person on the phone (a bit of a major minus when you only see each other for 2 days out of every 14) so it means that when we see each other in person we tend to have to spend some time airing niggly little things that weren’t discussed for two weeks, and the most minor mishaps and arguments get blown way out of proportion (we made the mistake of going clothes shopping last Saturday. I should know from experience that men + traipsing around the shops + having to get the perfect outfit for the wedding = trouble; only metrosexual/gay men like shopping, and that’s a fact!!!). It’s never anything major, but somehow when it gets left for a few days the teeniest tiniest molehills become Everest-like? There’s no fault on either side, and we’re doing the best we can, but it’s just hard. It’s been 6 months of long-distancing at this stage, and we’re getting frustrated at how little time we can spend together. When you spend two weeks apart it takes a little while to readjust to the company when you’re together. By the time we find our feet it’s time for one of us to go home again!! There’s a lot of pressure for the time we do spend together to be “perfect”, and when it inevitably isn’t it puts a big dampener on everything.
Sorry, this is turning out to be a monumentally long post. I’m just so, so frustrated. I couldn’t ask for a sweeter, more thoughtful, kinder, more loving boyfriend who makes me feel on top of the world when we’re together, so is it too much to ask that he’s allowed to live in the same country as me??!
/puts fitness nazi persona back in place. Heaven forbid they see my weak side...0 -
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/takes off Mod hat, body armour and slings fitness nazi persona aside.
I'm so ploopy right now it's not even funny. My ploopiness stems not from my relationship but the difficulty we're having sustaining it. Long story short: my bf and I met last summer in Africa. Our first date was snorkelling in Zanzibar, and for three weeks our subsequent dates were spent riding on horseback alongside zebra herds in Zimbabwe, listening to hippo calls under the stars on a river boat in Zambia and bartering for wooden crafts in Malawi. Rosemantic huh?
Even though he's Australian and living in Scotland, we decided to give the relationship a go and we've spent the last 6 months taking it in turns to go back and forth to see each other on alternate weekends, and we're flying to Oz for his sisters' wedding in two weeks time. So far so good, it's been hard but we've kept ourselves going knowing having decided he was going to move here after we returned from the trip back (to his) home.
Of course that was until his visa appliaction was refused When they say the working holiday visa is for 18-30 year olds, what they really mean is 18-29 year olds. He's 30 and was refused on his age. So now our only option is a work permit, but we're struggling to find contacts to get him sponsored (he's a carpenter/ cabinet maker) plus I'm not even sure if that's an eligible occupation?
The whole commuting between Dublin/ Edinburgh thing is really beginning to take its toll on us now that we don't know what's going to happen when his UK visa runs out in June. He wouldn’t be the most talkative person on the phone (a bit of a major minus when you only see each other for 2 days out of every 14) so it means that when we see each other in person we tend to have to spend some time airing niggly little things that weren’t discussed for two weeks, and the most minor mishaps and arguments get blown way out of proportion (we made the mistake of going clothes shopping last Saturday. I should know from experience that men + traipsing around the shops + having to get the perfect outfit for the wedding = trouble; only metrosexual/gay men like shopping, and that’s a fact!!!). It’s never anything major, but somehow when it gets left for a few days the teeniest tiniest molehills become Everest-like? There’s no fault on either side, and we’re doing the best we can, but it’s just hard. It’s been 6 months of long-distancing at this stage, and we’re getting frustrated at how little time we can spend together. When you spend two weeks apart it takes a little while to readjust to the company when you’re together. By the time we find our feet it’s time for one of us to go home again!! There’s a lot of pressure for the time we do spend together to be “perfect”, and when it inevitably isn’t it puts a big dampener on everything.
Sorry, this is turning out to be a monumentally long post. I’m just so, so frustrated. I couldn’t ask for a sweeter, more thoughtful, kinder, more loving boyfriend who makes me feel on top of the world when we’re together, so is it too much to ask that he’s allowed to live in the same country as me??!
/puts fitness nazi persona back in place. Heaven forbid they see my weak side...
This may sound obvious but have you considered marriage? or is that just a no-no at the moment?0 -
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I don't get the whole I'll send another txt even though he hasn't reply to the last?? So off-putting when men do it as well...patience!! 
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