Don’t you just hate it when you start to follow a blog and then
they just stop posting...? Me too!
I enjoy a good
blog but it has been difficult to get back into as I hit a massive stumbling
block. The focus of my site was pregnancy and the fact that I am no longer
pregnant means I needed to find a new direction/ focus.
So I will be
reporting on the shenanigans of my long suffering husband and 5, going on 15,
year old daughter who cracks me up daily with her wise words and mood swings
(think Kevin and Perry in a miniature body!). Not wanting to miss anyone out I
may even throw in a few cute stories about my 10 month old son because everyone
loves a good projectile vomiting story :)
So in today's
first, re-branded, installment I thought I should give some background on the
husband.
Phil and I met at
school and much like Romeo and Juliette we were destined to be apart, divided
by social differences and misguided loyalties (we went to opposing schools!).
My school (Kings Manor) and Phil's (St Peter's) were arch enemies that met on
occasion for, very cleverly coordinated, battles on the playing fields. My best
friend at the time went to the enemy school and mentioned a boy I must see who
has the most stunning electric blue eyes. It just so happened we were very good
stalkers and worked out where his best mate lived and hung out so we
would make sure we were there at the right time. My friend had not exaggerated
and I had decided there and then that I wanted to marry this boy... or his cute
mate (we will come back to him later).
me - bottom left, Phil - bottom right (not an actual school picture, my school wasn't that rough)
Time passed and we
grew up. I never dated him or even said more than two words to him and
eventually didn't see him hanging about anymore until about 4 years later, on a
chance encounter on a night out. I caught his eye and to my utter surprise he
marched straight towards me and struck up our first ever proper conversation. To
my delight we got on really well and actually had a lot in common. He told me how much he had always fancied me but was too shy to ask me out. With the alcohol fueled confidence he asked me
for a date but as fate would have it I had a boyfriend and had to turn him
down. I was gutted! My boyfriend was travelling in Australia at the time and little
did I know he was on his way home to dump me :( but always the loyal
girlfriend I would not cheat no matter how much will power it took.
I bumped into Phil
again a week later in Guildford High street on a Saturday night. I was on my
way to Cinderella’s nightclub with my cousin when he stopped me. He explained
it was his mate’s birthday but had lost him. He suspected his mates had got a
cab back home to carry on the birthday celebrations and as I lived a stone’s
throw from his friend's house did I want to share a cab. By this point my cousin
had carried on without me and was not even in sight anymore so I said what the
hell. Phil invited me to his mates for a few more drinks. He was right and his
mates were there, very surprised to see me though. As I walked in I wished his
mate a happy birthday, he thanked me and pointed out his birthday was 6 months
ago! I glared at Phil who simply said "I had to get you here
somehow". I later discovered his nickname was bullshit Phil as he would
live by the code "why tell the truth if a lie was more interesting and
could get you a laugh."
We were
inseparable after that night and I knew this was it. At 18, I had not even
considered settling down but that one night changed everything and I started to imagine a mortgage, pets, children etc.
A month later I
went on a girl’s holiday to Ayia Napa (already booked it before we met). I was
a good girl and made sure I contacted him over the two week break. On my return
I was greeted with a huge green emerald ring and a very unconvincing engagement
proposal. Clearly I turned him down but on the understanding that we would do
it one day just not after a month of dating and at 18 years of age when my parents
would actually kill me or just assume I was pregnant. It also gave me the
opportunity to suggest that I pick the ring next time!!!!
Phil was visibly
relieved and explained he had gone into panic mode and thought he needed to
make a big gesture to keep me. He forced me to go with him to return the ring -
an incredibly awkward moment for the shop assistant!
Phil is one of the
sweetest and funniest men I have ever dated. We were engaged 3 years later
and had a daughter 7 years on. We have been together for almost 13 years now and
are still as happy as we were back then. We have had our ups and downs like all
marriages but always had the strength to pull through it and I put it down to
genetics. You see we work in a very role reversal way - I have control of the
remote and can be emotionally stunted. Phil on the other hand is always
considerate of me, cleans the house and does the school runs. I am not sure of
many men who would put up with me as I am one of the lads and I like a pint, I
am not a girly girl and never have been. I just go against all the stereotypes.
Saying that, I don't know many women who can laugh off his bullshitting which
he is better at nowadays and reading this back I realise it makes him sound
awful but the truth is he lies about the silly inconsequential stuff which is
why it is funny (if he had to walk a mile he would tell you he walked 20 miles
- that sort of thing), he actually can't help it. He also has no brain to mouth
filter so will tell you exactly what is on his mind, I love this about him as
you always know where you stand, we call these thoughts philisms and they
always keep me entertained.
So the moral of
this story is that stalking pays off and if you set your mind to marrying
someone when you are 14 it can happen. Oh and his cute mate is now married to
my friend (although not the one who introduced us) and is a huge part of our lives too.
Welcome back to
my blog.
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