My boyfriend wants me to start wearing naughty knickers etc. I feel uneasy.
Oh, do tell. What’s the etc. and why do you feel uneasy? Are you frightened of yourself or him and what you might do? Clearly he feels things need spicing up and how nice of him to suggest options instead of simply trading you in for a more interesting model. Not happy – please release him to a more appreciative female audience!
Monday, August 23, 2010
Time out?
I’m in a living hell. For years I have been supportive to my delusional husband, he is a good man but a lousy businessman refusing to see the dead end we have been travelling up for years. The business is a bottomless pit swallowing up every cent and now we are in jeopardy of losing our house in an effort to keep the business going. I have begged him to give it up but he will not listen. I’ve had enough.
Sounds to me like you have given it your best shot against all the odds and that things can only get worse in this present climate so, if you have truly considered all your options, I would start thinking of yourself. Jump ship before the whole lot comes tumbling down. You have given him every chance and at least this way you will only be thought of as the wife who couldn’t cope rather than the bitch who baled when things went down the tubes!
Sounds to me like you have given it your best shot against all the odds and that things can only get worse in this present climate so, if you have truly considered all your options, I would start thinking of yourself. Jump ship before the whole lot comes tumbling down. You have given him every chance and at least this way you will only be thought of as the wife who couldn’t cope rather than the bitch who baled when things went down the tubes!
Manners maketh the man
Am I alone or do any of your other readers find the rudeness on our roads unacceptable?
Unacceptable? It’s bloody disgraceful. Having lived abroad for many years - leaving Ireland as the land of a hundred thousand welcomes, Saints and Scholars and leprechauns – I returned to a Celtic Tiger who in its rush to fill up the coffers to overflowing, banished any semblance of manners not only on the roads but everywhere else as well. Why, I thought, don’t the parents teach their children good manners, only to find that, in a lot of cases, it was the little old ladies who pushed past without so much of a backwards glance never mind a thank you when I opened a door or offered a seat! Fit to kill and unwilling to embrace this new rude culture I decided to make a game out of it by each day counting just how many rude piggy’s I encounter roaming loose on our city streets.
Unacceptable? It’s bloody disgraceful. Having lived abroad for many years - leaving Ireland as the land of a hundred thousand welcomes, Saints and Scholars and leprechauns – I returned to a Celtic Tiger who in its rush to fill up the coffers to overflowing, banished any semblance of manners not only on the roads but everywhere else as well. Why, I thought, don’t the parents teach their children good manners, only to find that, in a lot of cases, it was the little old ladies who pushed past without so much of a backwards glance never mind a thank you when I opened a door or offered a seat! Fit to kill and unwilling to embrace this new rude culture I decided to make a game out of it by each day counting just how many rude piggy’s I encounter roaming loose on our city streets.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
On The Shelf
I am in my late forties and have never been married. I really feel down and feel I have missed out. Can you give me any words of consolation?
The words of consolation I would offer you are these; you have only missed out if you had managed to trap one of those oh so elusive good looking, well to do, kind and considerate men who love children and who would think of you and his children before himself. Now, in reality we know that rather too many of those pre 1960s Irish Mammies left us with a crop of narcissistic, lazy, sport loving gentlemen who think they are doing the girlies a favour allowing them to move into their homes to wash, cook and clean for them while they are down at the pub with the mates for little or no thanks or remuneration – money for the groceries is not what ladies are looking for in wedded bliss – it takes more! It is a lot more difficult to survive in this world on your own with one salary and no back up, so take a pat on the back and congratulations on making it – you could have been dividing up your hard earned worldly possessions at this stage!
The words of consolation I would offer you are these; you have only missed out if you had managed to trap one of those oh so elusive good looking, well to do, kind and considerate men who love children and who would think of you and his children before himself. Now, in reality we know that rather too many of those pre 1960s Irish Mammies left us with a crop of narcissistic, lazy, sport loving gentlemen who think they are doing the girlies a favour allowing them to move into their homes to wash, cook and clean for them while they are down at the pub with the mates for little or no thanks or remuneration – money for the groceries is not what ladies are looking for in wedded bliss – it takes more! It is a lot more difficult to survive in this world on your own with one salary and no back up, so take a pat on the back and congratulations on making it – you could have been dividing up your hard earned worldly possessions at this stage!
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