On Friday I was waxing lyrical about the loving virtues of Harley. And I still stand by what I said. But…
On Sunday I went to a meeting for a project we are both working on. Part way through the meeting, I offered to make tea for everyone, and Harley offered to give me a hand. When we got to the kitchen, I asked him for a hug. All I got for my troubles was a peck on the cheek. When I asked him later why no hug, he said he “didn’t realise he hadn’t hugged” me. I mean, please.
It’s hard for me to be cross with him cos I know that between work and family life he’s under a lot of pressure at the moment. But surely as his girlfriend, I’m supposed to be the light relief from all that?! Maybe I’m an added pressure. Who knows. He doesn’t really talk about it all much. And when he does, he goes from “it’s really getting me down” to “I’m fine, honest”. He’s not fine. I don’t believe him. But all the time he insists he is, I can’t help! Aarrgghh! Men are so frustrating…
