So guess who trounced the Chiefs, huh? Yip, the Blue ones!!!! 69/17. Anyone has ANYTHING to say? *waits a while, hears resounding silence* Uhuh, didn’t think so
And we had a Lekker time. Quite a bunch of people together – some Shark’s supporters as well as Chiefs supporters. I made it very clear “you come into my house, you support the Bulls. No one else”. Some of our tjommies were a bit brommerig (but they didn’t expect anything less from me). Ag, after the game, they had a few (more) and were over their sorrows.
And we had some more, after a while we (I) had so much I thought I could dance like a stripper. And the palm tree was my pole. I have the scratches to prove it. But I won’t show you. Too embarrassing. Next time, puhleeeze remind me that I can’t party like a rock star anymore?!?!?. After a night like that I need a whole week to recover. It’s not a pretty sight.
One of our friend’s GF was complaining about him. He doesn’t do this and don’t do that. Expects her to cook, clean, and iron. Now, if you are gonna talk to me about stuff, it means you want my opinion. I am not hesitant to give it. Then she goes all quiet because (maybe) I said too much. You think? All I asked was “So why do you do it?” GF goes, “Ja but….”
Me: You see, you’re making excuses for him
GF: he works so hard, and…..
Me: but you both work, right?
GF: Yes, but, he works longer hours than I do….
Too many flucking “but’s” if you ask me
Me: so you will clean up and iron until all hours at night making sure he’s comfortable? Are you his mother or his GF?
Silence, and we changed the subject
Then I remembered that this was exactly what I went through. I got married with stars in my eyes and thought I was going to be the goodest wife of them all. See to my husband, and be sure he asks for nothing. Then I was seeing to a (colicky) baby and a husband. It got a bit much. Until I noticed he started believing it was his MANLY right to have his wife do all of this without any help from him.
I complained about the very thing to my friends, who told me the very same thing. And one day, I just had enough. No more vloerlap. And just stopped. If you wanted a sandwich, make it yourself. You want a shirt ironed – well what’s wrong with your hands? Gave the poor man the shock of his life. Only then did he start pulling his weight around the house. Ok, it took some time, but he learnt his lesson
I guess she will go the same route? I was hoping she would wake up and smell the coffee soon.
Why are we so stupid when it comes to men and relationships, huh? Why do we create these monsters? Because it is our fault, we give and give, spoil them rotten and when we wake up and realise we are being exploited, we want to know why, and we blame everyone but ourselves.
If I can prevent one woman from making that same mistake, I am happy. I hope she wakes up sooner rather than later