A tale of two diaries

A Tale of Two Diaries

Her Diary.

He was in an odd mood Saturday night so we planned to meet at a bar for a drink.

I spent the afternoon shopping with the girls and I thought it might have been my fault because I was a bit later than I promised, but he didn’t say anything much about it.

The conversation was very slow going so I thought we should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk more privately. We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny. I tried to cheer him up and started to wonder whether it was me or something else. I asked him, and he said no. But I wasn’t really sure.

So anyway, in the car on the way back home, I said that I loved him deeply and he just put his arm around me. I didn’t know what that meant because he didn’t say it back or anything.

We finally got back home and I was seriously wondering if he was going to leave me!

So I tried to get him to talk but he just switched on the TV.

Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to bed. Then after about 10 minutes, he joined me and to my surprise, we made love. But, he still seemed really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted to confront him but I just cried myself to sleep.

I just don’t know what to do anymore. I mean, I really think he’s seeing someone else.

His Diary.

Arsenal lost. Got laid though.

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Well Rob, they wouldn’t win a Mr & Mrs contest

thanks rob for the laugh.

as the wife of a football fanatic i empathise with her.

I like this one too. My wife says, “typical!”

As Judge Judy says: “Women have to realise that men mature emotionally much later than women — usually not until they are about fifty!”

And I am in love with Judge Judy.