He wants to be buddies again, so he has someone else to talk shit to when things aren’t going his way, which if you believe a word he says, is always.
Not that marriage had been mentioned beyond the engagement, at which she was over-joyed and had advertised it and her ring all over social media, calling herself a fiancee and telling everyone how happy she was.
He’s completely totalled his squeaky bear, ripping holes in it and pulling out the stuffing. I tried to repair it but he wasn’t having it and ripped more holes in it. Poor little bear.
Tough shit really… she has a bedroom, she could have gone up there, but no, she chooses to whine about it and turn on the tears… so Bear took them home.
The kids on the other hand have overshot that mark with me. Thanks to the lockdown, they get to stay two extra days after their usual weekend because they don’t have school, physically and Bear wants to be more hands on when he has the chance..
He feels anyone not playing the game his way is not playing the game properly, so are holding him back. I’m a predatory player. The first time, I’ll observe my opponents and how they play.
All of which came after the HUGE apricot jam doughnuts and cappuccinos, and then there was home made waffles and sweet rosé wine.
Like that makes it worth the 45 minutes you just spent cleaning everywhere and negates the fact they’ve just flushed the bloody expensive anti-lime toilet cleaner you squirted in there straight down the drain. Thanks kid. Next time, you can clean the loo.