I have just returned from my short break to Barcelona with the Boyf, hence why I have been absent and not filling up the reader with my problems.
I have had an absolutely fantastic time! Had lots of tapas, lots of beer, done so much walking and sight seeing and even more eating! The poor boyf he did’t come bcak to mine becuase he said he needed a days rest, he’s come back from our mini break knacked! oh well I enjoyed it, and I believe that when you go somewhere, especially an incredible city like Barcelona, then you have to get up, see and try everything you possible can. I was actually pissed because I wanted to go up the mountain to the temple but he looked abit tired the next day so I let it go, but next time I will.
I did see lots of Incrediabke things though.
However, while I did have a fantastic time and obviously I love my boyfs company. I am not going to lie he was driving me insane and we was only there 3 full days!!
He doesn’t listen to me, he’ll nod and say yeah, yeah, then 10 minutes latear ask me why were doing something, or why we getting this train, or what are we doing again. ERRRR i did just literally tell you, I said is that ok and you just looked at me nodding, as always. But then I say, I did just tell you, and then. her gets all mardy and arsey, and there is nothing I hate more on this earth than a mardy arsey boy! ERRRRRR. It just happended so much.
Another thing. I organsied the whole trip. I found it, I booked it, I fixed the airport situation, I found what we could do there, sorted more, transport, times, food, absolutely everthing to the last detail, did I get a thank you? no. Then if anything went wrong like we got on the wrong train, but I realised immedately and got off to find when we next one was, then he asked and found out, what happens, OMG i’m so amazing, oh did you just see that, I am so helpful, oh you were so stressed, oh what would you do without me. Yeah mate fuck off, you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me yeah?
Er, boys. I do love my boyfriend, I really really really do. I do know I am extremely lucky because he is lovely and would do anything for and is nice and good to me. But sometimes I do feel he forgets that he is also lucky. I do a lot for him and a thank you wouldn’t go a miss.
Boys, like really sometimes, is it worth it?