We have had a fight. A proper one.

I shall blog about it later, when I’ve got a bit of spare time.

Oh my god! I finally gave in last night and we had sex. I’d forgotten just how much I enjoy having sex with The Boyfriend, it was amazing!

On another note. The Boyfriends Valentine card came through this morning and I’m extremely annoyed. The envelope read “Please do not bend” and the bloody thing has been folded in half and is creased to buggery. Ah well, when he reads the special message inside I’m sure the creases won’t phase him.

I’m in a pleasantly good mood today, no moans, niggles or annoyances…. Yet!

The Boyfriend got in late last night and listening to all the clumping around and what appeared to be typing I decided to investigate. Low and behold, there he was sat comfortably at the PC.

Me: “Might have known you’d be there“
The Boyfriend: “What do you mean?“

At that point I retreated back to the bedroom. He followed.

The Boyfriend: “Are you annoyed with me?“
Me: “No“
Sleep.

This morning we all got up as normal and I logged into my emails and thought I’d check the stats for my blog. Knowing that the website was the last thing I looked at last night I clicked history to find the link. What was I faced with?

The Boyfriend searching for his ex girlfriend on Facebook.

Well, well.

I’m in bed, blogging from the comfort of my phone. Great this technology lark, aint it?

Anyway, I’ve been thinking about my sex drive a lot recently, or lack of it and I’m not totally sure why it’s gone. I’ve always had such a high sex drive and even lost previous partners due to being ‘over demanding’ in the bedroom. But for some or unknown reason mine has just gone straight out the window. I’d sooner have a cuddle than a kiss… Thats how bad it’s gotten!

The Boyfriend is hot and I mean, totally hot and I know there are loads of women out there now who would kill to be in my shoes – not trying to build up his ego here at all, afterall I am an anonymous blogger – but he is a pretty tasty piece of meat! And that leaves me wondering if it’s me as a person I’m not happy with. Since we’ve been ‘officially’ an item – and I say it like that because we ‘unofficially’ dated for quite a few months previous – I’ve put on a bit of weight. I’m not as thin as I used to be and that sometimes plays on my mind whilst we’re having sex. Then I think about all the stresses and worries that I’ve gone through and they probably don’t help either.

Ah, I’m rambling again. And as I’m posting from my phone, this probably isn’t going to make any sense whatsoever! So on that note I shall try and get some rest. The Boyfriend will be home soon and I’ll just pretend to be asleep as usual… Just to avoid that all important contact. I must be mad!

The more time I spend with him, the more irritating the little annoyances become. I find myself secretly logging in to my blog on the sly, just to let out a little moan. Afterwards I breathe a sigh of relief. It doesn’t calm me down, it just makes it feel like I’ve ‘got it off my chest’ without creating a bump in our relationship.

He came in from work earlier on and announced he was working again tonight. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind him working. Not when it’s bringing extra money in. It’s just the fact that he doesn’t give me any sort of warning or notice. Which I hate. I hate the ‘not knowing’. I’m a planner and it annoys the hell out of me when my plans get messed up, especially if the person messing them up is The Boyfriend.

Another annoyance.
“I’ll do the washing up babe” – Great, wonderful I thought. Just gone to make myself a cuppa tea so I could settle down to blog, only to find half the dishes washed are still filthy. What the?! and then I remembered my Mum once giving me a piece of advice and I really should put it into action.

“If you want something doing properly, you’re better off doing it yourself“

Then again, do I really want The Boyfriend to turn into a big, fat, lazy slob? Wayne Slob springs to mind.

Oh no, oh dear.

As this is my first post, I guess I should kinda explain what this whole blog is about. I shall keep it neat.

I’m Miss Jessica Rabbit, or otherwise known as 'The Girlfriend' and I have had this title/chore officially for about 6 months. As much as I love it, sometimes it gets a little annoying and this blog is to vent my frustrations. Frustrations that seem petty to me and not worthwhile mentioning to The Boyfriend.

I am the type of person that will avoid arguments and petty rifts at all costs. If I feel an argument or storm brewing, I will always certainly run in the opposite direction. I hate conflict, especially if it’s not needed. Some things do need mentioning though, like for instance leaving the toilet seat up. why do you men do it? Dirty laundry on the floor, especially when there is a laundry basket to hand. Why? Things like this really grate on me. But for fear of creating endless moans and arguments about them (that always seem to go in one ear and out of the other) I have decided I shall blog them. Then it’s all out in the open, out of my system. Easy. Gone.
So if you’ve decided to follow this blog and you’re male. Please do not be offended by anything here. I post for my own sanity and so that I don’t become that niggly Girlfriend I’ve been in previous relationships. My identity is withdrawn and I shall remain Miss Jessica Rabbit from this day on.

Enjoy!