Philippa has developed a far better social life than I have since we moved here. She goes and plays bingo once a week, she plays badminton at a local sports centre and she travels back to Norfolk once a month to see her friends at her OLD badminton club. Me? Once a week I sit in the garage playing the drums badly and trying not to hack off the neighbours. Apart from that I do nothing. I have no hobbies. I’m going to get back into cycling soon but even that is a solitary, unsocial pastime.
I’m tempted to piggyback Philippa’s efforts and invite myself to bingo tomorrow, but I’m pretty sure she’d say “You’re not hijacking my night out - sod off and get your own life!”
It’s not fair.
What’s the point of living with someone you love if they spend more time out with other people than being at home with you?
She’s so selfish.
I don’t want to turn into one of those men in their 30s who sit up all night playing online wargames with other sad loners around the World, but why shouldn’t I? Maybe she’d start to miss me and stop taking me for granted if I was ignoring her most evenings and fighting a troll from Kenya.
RC 18-3-15
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