Dancer's Blood.

So I asked Tom to book off today and tomorrow from work so we could spend some time together. He did a nice thing and actually booked it.

But low and behold he’s doing car shit.

Today he did help me this morning to go to the scrap yard and find bits for my car. We found a few. Came home fitted them. Had something to eat watched a tv program. Then he went to go do car stuff. Leaving me at home on my own again.

Tomorrow guess what he will be doing in the morning?! Yes waiting in at his unit for someone to come and collect some parts from his shitty pasat. I asked him can we go for breakfast. Nope! Cause he has to wait for him.

I’m so mad!

So I thought no don’t be a bitch maybe these are the only two days he can do these things. So let’s on Saturday and Sunday spend the days together. Go for a walk. Visit Stratford. Go out for dinner and tea. Have a romantic weekend together. Not going to happen cause he has paintballing on Saturday.

I just give up. I try with the romance but never happens.

I should of gone up north. Why the fuck did I not go?

Oh yeah cause I thought he needed me for family Illness that is happening and needed moral support.