do these pants feel nice? feel my leg, is my skin smooth? do i look slim in this? do i look pretty? Appreciate me.
the pants probably do feel nice….but its the middle of the night i feel ill and i don’t want to feel your pants. In fact my pants: on you. Okay i suggested them…they look better than your grundies but take my suggestion that you wear them as being the positive and supportive thing.
I am ready to help you when i feel i can.
Yes your legs do feel smooth, its very exciting for you…its not very exciting for me ALL the time. Sometimes i struggle to keep up. I have smooth legs too and we don’t talk about them all the time.
Can you take as the positive out of this that i’m giving you shaving and grooming tips? (and helping shave the bits you find hard to reach).
Yes you do look slim, you look a damn sight slimmer than the man i loved for nearly seven years. You know what? His size didn’t bother me other than i thought he could be healthier. Its lovely that you are slimmer but you did it for you not me.
No you don’t look pretty, you look like the person i’ve lived with for seven years but slimmer and wearing womens’ clothes. You shine with happiness most of the time now…you move lighter….you smile more. I love each and every bit of you but if you constantly narrow the target down to ‘prettiness’ then you will fail.
I’m a blunt and literal Northerner and i’m not going to lie and say you are pretty.
I can see you making a handsome woman, a good looking woman, when you glow you are a beautiful person. But pretty….I’m a long way off seeing pretty.
I do…. but today i’m in bed feeling crap. Yes you’ve spent much of the day in housewife role….yes, you’ve joked (i think you are joking) that if we have a civil ceremony you’ll be wearing a big white dress. And yes you are looking after me wonderfully.
But you are going TOO fast. You are demanding i love, find, appreciate, feel, want etc etc so many things about you when i’m still only a couple of weeks into our new reality and still reeling.
I will find new things i love in you at my own speed. You can’t force it.
*this phrase has not been uttered by Jane (yet)!