Be honest enough to admit when it's your skeletons from the past not me or my behaviour that have caused you to act a certain way.
I am your new beginning and although I'm not perfect, I'm not them.
Don't take your current frustrations with others/life out on me. I will love you and support you and, if necessary, even fight for you, but that ''Well who
else can I take it out on'' is the biggest cop out there is. Shout, curse, cry, do whatever it takes to get it out of your system and I'll be there to support you...I won't, however, be your emotional punchbag.
Don't ever presume to
know what I feel. If I no longer love you or want to be with you, I will tell you. Promise. For now, though, take it for granted that you are the love of my life and will be until the day I die
And finally....my thinking you're the sexist thing on two legs is conditional on your never,
ever, doing the following:
1. Taking a crap with the bathroom door open.
2. Scratching anywhere south of your navel and higher than the hem of your boxers.
3. Allowing your belching/farting to reach deafening proportions. Yes, we all 'do it' (some of us, I might add, with more decorum than others *ahem*) but could we at least keep the decibel level to
low? And no, I don't care
how comfortable you are in our relationship, I do
not consider excessive belching/farting a sign of your deep and lasting affection for me. (Do some people actually fall for that?)
And one more thing. Plenty of this
...and these...
...and this
might just make me turn a blind eye to your infatuation with Glee, that crazy online gardening thing over on Facebook, and mismatched underwear.
Perhaps. They will never however replace your smile, your smell, or how I feel when you reach for my hand. The first group of things I enjoy...the second group I adore.
Words