A woman should never propose marriage to her man. I mean, I did a bit of research around the web and it’s obvious as to why, but I’ll spell it out anyway:
Because unless he takes the initiative how else is she supposed to know if he’s really committed to her?
Him saying yes to a proposal isn’t enough of a commitment. It’s a completely different thing to her saying yes if he asked her, of course. Why? Because it’s different, that’s why.
Because it’s emasculating.
There’s nothing worse than having a woman tell him she thinks he’s amazing and the pick of the bunch. Can you imagine how much that would ruin his self-esteem?
You’ve only a few hours of the day left, so here’s some quick ideas for things you can do for your paramour, yourself, or a special spooky person in your life, to show your respect, love and appreciation… on a budget.
Christmas, like any momentous event, can be hard after a breakup. Especially if that relationship had traditions or particular ways of celebrating that you just can’t do anymore.
There’s no good way to go through a breakup or divorce, but if you do find yourself in that situation during Christmas time, there are things you can do to help yourself make the best of a bad situation.
“When things get you down, make the best of your own life rather than worrying about what everyone else thinks.” – Dita Von Teese
So, in the hopes of helping someone else, here’s a few things about Christmas that I’ve learnt post divorce. Sure, the divorcees here will know what I’m talking about, but these tips could just as easily apply to singles, couples, friends. Anyone who’s moved out of home, moved across town, moved back in with their parents. Anyone who’s found themselves in a situation where they have to do something different to celebrate the holiday season than they have in the past.
Here’s my top 10 tips for Christmas after a divorce.
The other day I recieved a parcel in the post. (Cue Peter Combe song. Don’t know who Peter Combe is? You probably weren’t a child in Australia in the 90s. If you were, then you’re welcome: enjoy the earworm.)
It was one of those incredibly delicious days where lying-in was bliss and I had decided to completely take the morning off from everything and just relax with my love. Sun streaming though my windows and a book waiting for me on my bedside table. You get the picture?
So when the knock came, I stayed in bed whilst my Gentleman answered the door and signed for the parcel. He then brought it in to me with much teasing and “What is it? What have you bought this time?”