Chapter 9 – Banging set of tits
So now that I’ve realised that anti-depressant aren’t the magic cure for all that ails me, it’s back to the drawing board. Was still on the waitlist for counselling and was yet to hear anything new. So I struggled through the next few weeks as best I could. Fortunately I had an angel looking over my shoulder
This would be as good a time as any to tell you about the light of my life, my depression defender, my squidgy, dizzy rascal herself. The lovely Lizzie
I met Lizzie almost 12 years ago. Fortunately this was long before all the depression malarkey was buggering my life up. If it was there no way I would have pursued or landed such a wonderful girl.
I wish I could tell it was a case of love at first sight. But that like saying that Siberia is a bit nippy in winter. I saw her across the room and thought “damn, she got a banging set of tits”. Meanwhile, she probably saw me and though “who’s this hobo twat face?” Yes, she thought I was ugly at first. I asked her to give me a rating out of 10 when we first met. Her answer was 4.
Needless to say I’ve been winding her up about that number for years
We both worked at Primark back in Glasgow when we were both young and unburdened by life experience. I would see her around the sales floor and chat, which would quickly graduate to outrageous flirting, something Lizzie didn’t pick up on. She is an intelligent women in many ways, but in some ways she is a complete ball sack.
I would find any excuse possible to gravitate to the fitting rooms where she worked, so I could flirt some more. She was fun, sweet and down to earth, and with those aforementioned banging tits, I was hooked.
However, I wasn’t Lizzie type, plus she had a boyfriend or two during this period, so I was happy just being friends. We did have one particular evening that sticks out in my memory. We both got very drunk and she invited me back to her place. There was no pelvic tennis that night, but on the upside I was treated to her very special cock tease dance, which caused me to make a few “adjustments” in my trouser region. What I remember most is how easy she was to talk too and how much fun I had that night.
What made me laugh the most was that rumours went round the work about that night. The more I denied that anything happened, the more they all thought I was lying. So while I came across as a chivalrous gentleman, she came across as a slut. Fucking double standards!!!!
Not long afterword’s she left Primark. Fortunately I managed to get her number and stay in touch. By this point I had accepted that I wouldn’t be knobbing her. Then one day out of the blue I got a text from her hinting that she liked someone. When it came out that this someone was me, I nipped up to the rooftops for a song and dance. A couple of weeks after that she asked if she could stay with me for a few days. 11 years later, and I still haven’t got rid of her.
Not a bad result for someone who was a four only a few short months before
It later came out that that her dramatic turnaround had come from an erotic dream she’d had about me. Best fucking dream ever!!!!
We have a fantastic relationship, despite the depression complication. I know what a strain it can put on relationships. I’m sure I’ve made her life a misery at times. I had an ex-girlfriend who I suspect had some mental health issues, although it was never confirmed. Regardless though I don’t feel that depression or any other mental health issue is a valid excuse for treating your partner poorly
My ex would constantly scream abuse at me over the slightest tiny provocation. It got more and more common as time passed. Eventually I left because it was too much to deal with. It was making me miserable and if I think about it, I’m sure this is where my depression first started to manifest. I tried to be supportive and patient but we are only human and can only take so much
in my current relationship, there have been time when I’m particularly lowly, when I can get distant with my partner. There are also times where she irritates me hugely even though she’s not doing anything wrong. But I refuse to take it out on her. It’s my issue and I’ll live with it. I’m not going to drag her down with me
it seems that a lot of people try to push their partners away when there at a low point. Personally I think that’s nuts. These are the times you need your loved ones the most. No matter how bad I feel I know that I love her intensely and I’m going to hang on to what I have and that will never change. Sometimes I feel that she is all I have, so it would be madness to try to get rid of her
ok rant over. Hopefully I didn’t send you all to sleep