So, today was not so great. Quite rubish overall, but there are some bits which were good. Good to see F. Not so good when the argument happened and I felt like I was being blamed. But truth is I wasn't, not a sausage, just that it is difficult to express disappointment without it sounding like blame.
If I were to write a self help book, instead of having cliff-hamgers at the end of each chapter I would have feel good moments, like, what did you like about your boy/girlfriend when you first met; or, list things that other people like about you. While the beginning of each chapter is the hard stuff, like, listing fears, or inadequacies.
Perfect
I would much rather be wandering down the nude beach looking at the naked bodies but...