I turned the big 3.0 yesterday, and it got me thinking about investing time in a partner. I have invested fifteen months into Keith, who can’t even wish me happy birthday. I know why he did it. I am now starting to believe my friend, Rachel, who warned me about Scorpio men and how they are possessive if they do not get their own way. Keith always said he was not a typical Scorpio, that he knew himself and would ever use my insecurities against me.
He tried to spoil my day. Yeah, it hurt because he didn’t bother sending me any good wishes, but now I see that selfish side of him, I am now glad he has shown his true colours. I cared not for a gift, but just the kind wishing words. Investing fifteen months into a time waster has made me feel lucky it wasn’t longer. I guess we live and learn girls, we live and learn.
I had a fantastic day. I got some lovely clothes, a DVD, scrabble dictionary, and a massive pink dreamcatcher, to catch my nightmares (have lots), and it was even better today when two people thought I was 18 years old. Wow. Who the hell needs How to Look Ten Years Younger, when my secret is baby lotion to cleanse, meditation to enhance my complexion, wheatgrass juice to cleanse my internal body, and plenty of orgasms to give me a sexual glow.
Have a super duper day, peeps.
