She is the holder of my heart, the keeper of my soul. She proves there is love beyond love. When I thought I had reached loves limits she proves that there’s no such thing. She breathes I stare she smiles I smile she yawns I’m in awe. In awe of a beautiful human being perfectly shaped and formed. Before me she lays there in peace. Quiet, so quiet she blinks she smiles she pokes her tongue out she lays there just lays there I’m in awe my heart melts for no reason other then the pure love I feel and have for such a perfect being. I feel blessed. I am blessed with love beyond love. Im away I miss her I’m with her I miss her. How you could have such a hold over me Is incredible. You are the biggest piece of my heart I promise to love so I am the biggest piece of yours. Thank you for being my daughter, I am blessed to be your father. From now till forever, my precious little flower.
My life not for you or about you but is you. You are every piece of special. You are my little Angel you are my love beyond love.
What a start to life with my beautiful partner. Isn’t it just all laughs and giggles? Smiles and skittles?
I wish I could say that was going somewhere. But no! Not far off but not that close either. We’ve been living together for a little over 3 months now and it’s been a mixed bag. I absolute love having her with me. My night warmth and my morning coffee. My on going movie date and my dinner double. It’s incred. I know your thinking so what’s the problem. Well let me tell you.
She hadn’t long moved in before she fell pregnant. Yes we are having a baby. So exited it’s not even funny. We were so made up we continued to try even though bullets hit target. But then came the morning…oh I mean, the all day sickness😳 she was practically bed ridden for couple months it was horrible to see. We as men will never understand the full extent of what our opposite sex go through. Its incredible to think that while my partner is standing, cuddling, talking, laying walking next to me there is a little human being been formed inside of her. It’s mind blowing.
So as you can imagine our lives have already changed. I quickly had to become a partner, the cleaner, the help, the cook, a mentor to her son ( whom is not very cooperative ) but is slowly learning all while trying to hold down a job. It wasn’t tough but it was definitely not that easy. Appreciating what my partner was going through made me get on with things with little stress. It really tests character. But my love for my better half and my unborn child overpowers any challenges. We have not long had our 12 week scan so things are looking great. The gorgeous other half of me seems to be doing heaps better and looks like she’s on the up. Positive signs for us so positive thinking and time to enjoy the pregnancy together. Life living together I can say is rewarding yet takes some getting use to. I don’t think you can ever really imagine or have any idea of what it’s like until you actually move in together. Especially when you both come from a different upbringing. And then throw in a little kid in the mix. It’s not smooth sailing. The thing is to both be open minded and finding a common ground is vital. Understanding each other and communication is key. Changes will have to be made but talking through things every step of the way has proven us to be the solution. We are still adapting to our new life together but I can assure you the journey is wonderful. And what’s better is I get to do it with my best friend. She is awesome I feel for her though, it’s been a big move and she has gone straight in to it. She’s strong though. We’ll get through this together. Now hopefully she can relax and enjoy walking round with a bump.
One of my pet hates is people giving shoutouts to people on social media that don’t even have social media or put things out that shouldn’t be at all revealed.
‘Happy birthday dad you are the most loving and caring’ yadayadayada, nice words but have you told him in person? He don’t even have social media so why put it up on there?
-appreciation posts, ‘shout out to my best friend, my partner in crime the one I do life with, my husband the best father in the world’ I mean HELLO how about shout him before he leaves for work in the morning and tell him instead of shouting him on insta where it looks pretty, but he probably won’t get.
Airing out dirty laundry- so my boyfriend is the biggest sweetheart I know but when it comes to special days like My Birthday or our Anniversary he not only forgets but when he remembers he don’t even get me anything. I’m not one to be materialistic but a girl deserves to be pampered now and then right? After all I do take care of the kids that may I add.. ahem.. I get no help from him, he comes home from work eats sleeps too tired to play with the kids but you know he works hard.. SNOOZEVILLE.
The one that does my head head in. The funeral post. ‘RIP Joe Blog, you will forever be remembered. Yea mate Joe Blog gone he don’t have twitter anymore, I mean seriously. Some even have the balls to put up photos of the dead body in the coffin “rip” How is that even respecting the deceased or the family of the deceased?
Yes everyone has a right to put whatever they want on there social media. But i just think it’s getting out of control. Some things are intimate and deserve to be in house and personal things should be kept personal.
Beyond your likes and shares there is still the real world.
A month on and we are still together, haven’t killed each other yet. I haven’t killed her son and I don’t think he hates me too much. We’ve had our ups and downs, I think we’ve all had our moments but all in all I think it hasn’t been too bad of a start.
I actually don’t mind the kid, from my last blog or rant ( whichever you want to call it ) my gf and I had a chat. She brought to my attention that despite having to adapt and take on this new role or however I felt towards her son it shouldn’t affect the way I saw her and shouldn’t change the way I looked or even treated her. After a bit of time I realized she was right. I went from focusing my energy on her which was the most important thing to being a bit distant because of my own issues.
I guess reality is not reality until it’s real. The perfect thought or the idea of being together with your significant other clouds the reality of having her child in your life too.. I would use to think well I want to be with her and I love her yes she’s got a kid that’s just the package and he’ll just be there sort of thing, like we’ll still do us, but she can still have her time with him and I don’t have to be involved you know. He keeps out of my way I keep out of his, me and his mum would be together, everyone wins? Well.. not so easy.. and definitely not the way it pans out.
A month on and I think we will actually be ok.. hopefully he’s warming up to me. He’s actually quite good when he wants to be, he’s been raised around women dominant and I think me, coming from a family of boys dominant it’s clear to see the difference.
Me and my partner are getting along heaps better i mean I accidentally made a joke about her son ( unintentional ) and she took it exactly for what it was, a joke. She smiled, almost cracked a laugh even ( baby steps ) we actually went out on a date the other night, took time out for ourselves with out her son which wasn’t very long I must admit but it was enjoyable. I love her company and I missed having her full attention.
Please bring to your attention that it has only been a month living together and these issues are only hiccups and minor problems, that we will get through together. The things Im letting out are for some to be expected this early on. It just sometimes feels good to let things out ( for me by writing ) then let it build and build.
Im excited I feel we are heading in the right direction.
What’s more, there may be a surprise revealed very shortly. It’s been cooking for a little while yet. 😜
Everything I say is negative, everything I comment is a dig, having a go, hurtful I’ve changed from being the number one fan to the enemy that brings my partner down.
My partner just recently moved with her 8 yr old son from a different country to stay with me. We’ve been doing the long distance thing for over a year and a half now. Things were great almost perfect given the circumstances. We saw each other 2, 3 times a month spend every day on the phone for hours on end it was like we were together even though we were miles apart.
I asked her to move over because I couldn’t stand the thought of being apart.
On the phone we would spend hours before we would get off, don’t know what we talked about but I’d enjoy sitting there sometimes not even talking just the sound of her breathing made me happy. From sunset to sunrise even somedays.
We went through some things for her to get over but now she’s here, it’s like we just argue all the time, I can’t seem to say the right thing and I feel her tolerance of things I’d say or do is minimal.
I love my partner with everything I have, would never make her feel bad intentionally or bring her down, nor hurt her in any way shape or form.
Here lays the biggest problem. Everything we disagree with has something to do with her son. I know there’s a settling in period but it’s hard for me to let some things slip. Which brings us to our next dilemma. Do I just not say anything to him or about him to her because she’ll get mad or it may start another argument? Do I just sit back and watch my partner do her best.
Do I let this child run this household and me walk on ice. We come from very different backgrounds hence why we see things a little different sometimes. Which makes things harder he’s not my kid i can’t treat him like my own cause he’s not, and il be stepping on someone else’s toes if I tried. but he is still living under my roof.
I want to get closer to him but the way I know how doesn’t go down to well with his mum, wether that be the way I talk to him joke with him. I can never say the right thing.
I need to fix this some how. I love my partner so much but I think we need to find a solution. I don’t want it to get out of hand.
Do girls talk more then boys?
Do they or did they? Or are they on par.
Right now I’m having trouble distinguishing my guy mates from their girlfriends or just females for that matter. Stereotypically, it’s probably a bit more known that girls have a tenancy to talk about this, that and the other, girl talk, good old chinwag if you like. but jeepers I’ve been in the middle of some bitching. I’ve been in conversations with my guy mates and they talking about someone or something that’s got bloody nothing to do with them cursing this person that person, our other mutual friends, like hello. we came to enjoy good coffee good company, catchup on how we are going not why jo blog is cheating on his partner and your thoughts on there relationship or that you can’t be arsed with x y anymore because he never comes to coffee club now he’s got a partner. I just didn’t get the memo about bringing my knifes to start stabbing our other mates what the actual heck.
I can’t believe my ears sometimes. Then they start talking about what their girlfriends come home to them saying about other girlfriends or other people I’m thinking these girls are the same girls that say nice things to me to my face, imagine what they say about me behind my back, my “friends” as well if they having a go at the other boys. I then find myself having a whinge to my partner about what I’ve just been told and about the boys bitching, their girls bitching and realize that I’m no different and now I’m bitching. It’s a constant cycle that poses the question. Why ?
Anyone know I’m really intrigued as to why this happens.
I myself am not worried about people talking about me cause well let’s face it, that’s free publicity, good or bad the more you talk about me the more I think you want to be me. But I don’t like talking about other people and that’s a fact. I’m not saying I haven’t done it but I don’t like it. I hate people bitching but I hate it even more when i find myself doing it unintentionally. I’m curious to know if it’s just human nature, or even what you think the root of the problem is.
It happens everywhere to everyone.