Yes she is older by 4 years and still I was able to get into her mind lol She was always a very sensitive person but even till today I don't know why that bothered her so much but it did. There were many occasions like that. Even though she was older I was always riding on her nerves with the smallest silliest things I knew would get to her. At the time I just saw it as entertainment
Ouch!!! that's a bit of a dichotomy Exes when it is done it is done right?! There is no going back it seems or is it?
I was wondering if I - we - had made a mistake, and so I figured there was only one way to find out. She was with another boyfriend. It was apparent to me that I needed to move on.
I meant that she did everything in the house and for me pretty much. Then when she got sick I had to do it while she rested. We often made jokes about it but it taught me not too be lazy and take people for granted. But if you've never worked a full time job, cleaned house, cooked meals, and so on you don't realize how much hard work it is (well I didn't|)
as opposed to any other sort of mosque - unless you were planning to visit it with a gun in your hand I don't see that being a bad thing, you should do it.. call the Imam first and he'd probably be delighted to show you around and answer questions about their faith . I know that since 9/11 islam has a bad rep in some parts but honestly there are 5 billion Muslims in the world, judging them all by the actions of AQ/IS is like judging all Christians by the actions of the KKK
I was joking. making fun of my own upbringing as Catholic where we were told by Marist Brother teachers that the sin of intention was just as bad as the actual consequence.
Many years ago I was like 'fuckin hell I'm so sick, I'm going to puke. My Suzie help me,' I said. And she said 'Oh Matty, you are very very very green in the face,' she was saying all this stroking my hair on the sofa Then I saw a combat boot and heard a 'Baby Cheeks, don't worry about dickwad, he'll sleep it off - my scrumpy orchard is notorious.' And then more voices, 'let me show you, sexy, the chickens and let me show you my Polish pickles in the kitchen. Think you'd like a Polish pickle? How about an English marrow?' 'But Matty in the room next door, his epilepsy might arise?' I was delirious at this point, so many of those voices in my mind. 'Nnng...nnng...I'll just slide in there, honey, hop next to my milk. That's better with the light on. Do as Daddy says. Call me Daddy.' 'Daddy...Moose...daddy...Moose...Moose.' Anyway, I did recover and we're proud parents now. My warning of course is alcohol. Ever since I've been a strict Baptist Minister with my ugly child at my side. Anyway.
