Why cant we all just live together happily?
My lad (for example) is the best bloke in the world. H's totally sweet, wouldn't harm a fly, has every nice quality a bloke can have, and rarely does any wrong!
Yet.....sometimes I find my blood physically boiling with anger at stupid little things. I could at times have him string up outside for putting things under the sofa!!
And why? Who knows! When I lived on my own, my place was a tip - I didn't give a tulip if anything was under the sofa!!
On the other side of the coin, he knows it aggrivates me, yet still does it!!! WHYYYYYYY?!!!
GRRRRRRRR!!!!! Whats wrong with us?!!!
Maybe we should all just be single