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10 Things About Relationships I wish my 16 Year Old Self Knew

Posted in Relationships
on September 28, 2017

There’s a lot going on in the old relationship department recently. Not just for me, either. It seems everyone I went to school with got married this summer.

So relationships have been on my radar a fair bit, and I’ve been thinking about what it is that makes me feel like I’m in a good one (which I do). At the beginning of my relationship, there was a lot of “OHH so this is how it’s supposed to be, I didn’t know!”

Along with that, I realised why a few of my previous relationships haven’t worked out, and it isn’t necessarily for the reasons I attributed to it at the time. Now, I’ve learned a lot more about what I need and want from a relationship, as well as what the other person probably needs and wants.

There is no way you’re not going to make mistakes in a relationship, but I like to believe they teach you something about what’s right for you. There are relationships I had as a teenager that always make me cringe to think about now. I question my sanity, as I’m sure most people do, and wonder how I couldn’t see what was really going on at the time. The short answer is because I was, like, 16, and I was only just starting to learn about myself and what ‘myself’ is like in a relationship with someone else.

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6 Thoughtful things to show your partner you care

Posted in Relationships, Wellbeing
on July 16, 2017
6 Thoughtful Things You Can Do For Your Partner

A quick story…

Ridiculously, but not surprisingly to those who know me well enough, this post was inspired by hangover pizza.

This morning I woke up feeling horrendous from an ill-advised night of drinking double vodkas. Tbf, I point blank refused the Jagerbomb I was bought, because even drunk me knew that was the worst idea.

Anyway, rewind some six hours earlier and I’m sitting outside a takeaway, waiting for B to get pizza and chips so we can go home and I can just be horizontal until everything stops spinning.

At this point, I’m far too pissed to stomach melted cheese and garlic dip, so I don’t do what I normally do which is eat half of it in the taxi queue.

I don’t know what’s happened to my strict rule on always cleansing before bed regardless of intoxication, but I feebly attempted to remove my makeup with a face wipe which I later found under my pillow.

The last thing I recall is trying to stay awake long enough to say goodnight and have a little snuggle, but I don’t manage. I don’t even remain conscious long enough to hear him come upstairs and get into bed. Continue reading