I'm not in a relationship now, I split up from a certain Stretford lady with big aesthetically unpleasing feet last November. We were together over 5 years, planned to get wed as some of you who know me know. I sold my house and moved in with her for 6 months which was fine at first, but the last two months in her house I felt like I was walking on eggshells.
Before we met she was single(her choice) for 7 years and has always been independent and self sufficient, not needy or clingy, decent cook, house-proud and to do her own D-I-Y basics of decorating flat pack furniture assembly wiring a plug etc. She was and still is a good mother to her 14 year old son and i got on well with him, treating him like he was my son.
She has a good job in public sector middle management but was seriously stressed from being bullied from her manager which I helped her through last summer, and her problem at work was addressed and dealt with.
Our relationship became strained through me not working as I had to quit through feeling as though I was going into a breakdown (having been there before) from 17 years in the fast lane in telecommunications. Working away mon-fri(and many weekends) out of a suitcase up and down the UK working at height in all weathers took it's toll and I made a decision and hung my rigging boots up. Suddenly being unemployed for the first time since 86 I felt the black cloud depression over me, and some days when she went to work I had too much time on my hands without knowing what to do(if that makes sense)
But we were both 100% honest with each other and were fighting things together. She wasn't one for lovey dovey teenage like texts, neither was I, but I remember one text she sent only last October that meant a lot, well it did then -
"I am so happy now darling I can't tell you. I am so glad I have sorted it and I am out of that cycle. I am looking forward to us having a nice life together. Love you xx"
One month later I was moving my gear out of hers. I had boarded her loft to store my fishing tackle camping gear and tools and when her penny drop realisation that I had properly moved in she blurted out "I don't think living together is going to work". "Don't worry, you've just bought an estate car so you will have somewhere to live if push comes to shove"(lol)
She thought she was making light of this and smiled as she told me, talk of kicking someone when they are down, the heartless woman!....… Oh but get this, she didn't want us to split, just wanted us to live apart. : /
Went back to my house, and good job there was a delay with the buyers as it gave me time to find somewhere suitable to rent, and I didn't have to sleep in my car after all!
We had some really good times together, and there is no acrimony, life is too short to feel bitter and regretful.We are still friends, and friends with benefits suits us both. She comes round to mine and we satisfy our lustful needs and she goes home.
Suits us both at the moment and i am in no rush to find any other batshit crazy (thanks
@snorky;) woman to hen peck my head when they think I'm under their thumb.
I have been married and divorced, it didn't work. I've had relationships where some women have accused me of loving City more than them, they were right I did and still do.
Single it is, for now, no rush to find another batshit crazy woman: )