Ok, so after a long absence, I am back to have an almighty moan.
I am sooooo sick of men.
Seriously....and I never say that.
Why is it they all seem to think that they are highly qualified in telling us:

• what to wear......mine just informed me that my top was too bright..........
• what to eat........mine informed me, (while I was making a lunch for myself, not him, he had already eaten and wasn't hungry, this lunch was just for me), that the pan was far to hot for what I was doing (he isn't a chef BTW) and when my lunch turned out perfect he said there was too much there for me to eat.........
• what to buy............mine felt that rather then tell me that I look really nice in my new dress(which I do), he would instead comment on my already large clothing collection and dangerous spending habits despite the fact that last night he spent £125.00 on intoxicating himself for the weekend (and I'd like to add that I pay my share of everything, 50% right down the line except for the last two years rent where I was paying 65%....yep 65% because he was a full time student. I didn't mind, but I don't expect to get lectured on how I manage my finaces)...........
• what to do......When I suggested that I may come home with a Take Away, mine informed me that this was a gross waste of money, he didn't approve of my actions and if I got a Take Away I could leave him out of it. So, I did and was met with total jealous whinging and having to share my meal, (which he loved so much he has ordered the same dish ever since)........

....and finally when I asked him to listen to or read a piece of work I had written he refused, as he had already heard the first draft and it would be 'annoying' to hear it again..... despite the fact that I have spent the last three months helping him write personal statements on numerous job applications. Each one is practically the same, I have proof read each and I've helped him re-arrange his potfolio repeatidly, even though it means sorting through the same collection of photos, drawings and plans over and over.

Well, today I am cooking my lunch how I like, spending my money on some pampering, I'm wearing my bright top and I'm going home with a Take Away.

And although it may seem childish to slate your boyfriend/partner/husband to the general public online, believe me , it was completely necassary.

I feel a bit better now............... and also a bit guilty.