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 hope fully she can relax and enjoy walking round with a bump.

Non stop

I feel like The ground beneath me is burning my feet.

I feel like the breeze around me hits me like a tonne of bricks.

I feel like there’s speakers in every angle I can hear every sound that exists.

I feel like I always catch the red lights.

I feel like I always time myself for the end of a long que.

Everytime I go to drink my coffee its already cold.

I feel like my control for myself has been taken from the world. 

A month on 

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. 😜

Why Bi&@$ng 

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. 

But why?

Are you a lady

Don’t take offence –

 I know a lot of girls that love a drink and also claim to be the stereotypical “lady” as we know it. But come on. When you allow yourself to get intoxicated and your actions are no longer in your control, you start to become sloppy and compromise your decisions. If you are no longer in the state to talk, walk or act like a lady, I’m afraid the right to call yourself that is automatically stripped. If you cannot maintain your hair up, bag shouldered, back straight, take your heels and yourself home…

 You’re more attractive by your behavior and not your look.

You just Can’t please everyone

Once upon a time, I worried about what people used to think of me, stressed over how to please other people, I was conscious of my every step incase someone would disapprove, from my closest friend to a random by passer. All I wanted was to be liked, accepted, be in with the crowd. Never once thought how much that weighed me down. I lived my life accordingly, 

according to what other people might think of me. The thing is.. 

No matter how you are people will still have something to say, you can’t please everyone. I used to walk with knives in my back daily even from my closest contacts. I still do today, the difference is I’ve got so many back there that I’ve gotten used to walking with them. 

But now I just let them party at the back n keep strolling. But I will always be the one moving forward. So if you’re another one with a knife,

join the party I’ll carry you too..