I’d say it’s fine if it’s encouragement, not fine if you’re being told to do something.
Like it’s a range of stuff from that sort of area all the way down to incredibly banal stuff and I’m just not sure if it’s making me go insane with guilt or if I’m just not fit to be around people (little from column a. little from column b probably)
In my heart of heats probably the latter
“And being told if I care about them I should want to anyway”
Obvs don’t really anything about this - but that quoted bit seems to me to be the kindof manipulative bit here, and if it feels controlling or too much, then it probably is.
from what you’ve told me about it ruffdawg, it did sorta sound like a list of demands. depends on how much they’re insisting but sometimes if someone is being like ‘change 60% of your life’ then it can be a bit… there are other people available.
She likes to squeeze my pimples
I find the offer harrowing
whenever she asks to do it I go from annoyance to acceptance to enjoyment
ahm oot
How very dare you! They’re meticulously organised.
It’s going to be different for everyone isn’t it?
Though my personal take is that If people do stuff that upsets you or annoys you, you should probably speak up about it? Is that what you mean?
anyway I don’t belong in this thread so disregard please
sad that you’ve never experienced true love
I’ve mastered the art of looking like i’m listening and nodding at the right times. When that doesn’t work i remind her that she’s on…quite a good screw being cosied up with the 2012 Tameside Young Businessman of the Year (Trade Division) and the next one might not partially bankroll her, in my honest opinion…somewhat extravagant lifestyle.
I am often told that certain items or types of clothing would suit me better. I ignore these suggestions.
clean PJs?
Couples cohabiting is pretty rare, but it sounds more like a generational thing. When she was your age a house probably cost 3-4 times your salary and didn’t require big deposits. It’d be lovely if that was still the case, but…
Your wife’s grandmother, John McEnroe?
You have to be joking!!!
Please don’t start le boeuf in here!