We Don't Talk Anymore

Right, we've a talk. It wasn't nearly as horrific as I thought it was going to be. I was convinced that Amusing-But-Not-Very-Clever boyfriend had completely decided he didn't love me anymore and that there was really not much option except to split up. It turns out he feels much the same way I do.

More or less, there is still love there (or at the very least strong affection), but we both know it can't go on like this. A friend of mine calls it "The Flatmate Stage". We never really have any conversations about how we're feeling because we both have a bit of a problem with talking about stuff like that. The trouble is, it's gone on for so long I'm not even sure if it's possible to get past this. We haven't made a definite decision what to do yet but it will either be split up completely and start sharing out the belongings (ugh), or try and make some changes to sort ourselves out. I don't even know if it's possible to do that.

The bugger is, I think the only reason it's got this bad is because we've gone through a terrible 2 and a half years with several family crises (his not mine). It'd be amazing to come out the other side of it all with everything intact.

So, I haven't reached the stage of applying for any jobs in Edinburgh yet, but I'm still keeping my beady eye on what's available. I haven't mentioned to Amusing-But-Not-Very-Clever boyfriend that I may move if we split up because I honestly think he'd be gutted.

Later, I may give an insight into the weekend I have just spent in Belgium. In Belgium they have a beer called Leffe. You can buy Leffe Brun and Leffe Blonde here in the UK, both of these are about 6% alcohol. The Belgians, in their infinite wisdom, have decided to invent Leffe Blue. It is 9% alcohol. We didn't realise this until quite late in the evening. Oops. Did we think, "Hmm, perhaps we should switch to the normal, less potent kind"? Don't be ridiculous. I've also eaten my weight in Belgian chocolate.