Its good to talk

It’s good to talk, would you look at that BT where right!!

One of my major malfunctions is that I don’t like upsetting people, so instead of telling someone I am bothered, I fret about it and make myself miserable.

Stew told me on Monday that his parents are going to pay for us to go on holiday this year. We had decided that we would not go on holiday this year as the 3 weddings, the holiday and stag and hen do’s last year had financially wiped us out.

So as soon as he told me the worry set in. How the hell could we afford the spending money and petrol for the week? I took me until Thursday to grow the balls to tell him my worries. I was worried that people would think I was the bad guy, the ungrateful git, the killjoy.

After many tears from me and a small ginger explosion from him, I explained what was bothering me; he gave me a hug, called me a silly moo and then promised to have a talk to his mum about it.

I am hear by swearing that I will try and talk about things when they bother me, not bottle it all up and make myself (and everyone else miserable)