Tuesday night was Pizza Night.
Tuesday night we usually got out of work at a decent time. Both of us. Incredibly.
Tuesday night he came to mine (most of the time we hung out at his since it’s about three times the size of mine).
Tuesday night I ordered pizza. Chorizo and sweet peppers for him. With extra basil and chilli flakes. Pepperoni and broccoli for me.
Tuesday night I always had the fridge stocked with his favourite beer.
Tuesday night I’d get out the “fun napkins” (with pictures of dancing lobsters on them).
Tuesday night we’d eat too much, then lie on the sofa kissing and holding each other.
Tuesday night he’d stroke my feet while we watched DVDs.
Tuesday night we’d go to bed early and spoon.
Tuesday night we’d have sex (before he decided on “no sex on school nights”). My god. It was good.
Tuesday night we’d whisper sweet nothings and even sweeter somethings, and fall asleep with our feet touching.
Tuesday night is now Boxing Night.
Pizza of Doom 
Beautifully written blog. Breaking up is awful isn’t it. I think the only thing that helps is time. I guess the no sex on school nights was an indication of how things were going. You will feel better you know, it won’t happen overnight, but trust me, it will happen.
Jane x
Yes, it is awful. I’ve broken up before but never felt like this. My blog and lovely blog buddies are the little sparks of happiness that keep be going. Hopefully one of these days my posts are going to take a turn for the happier, the stronger, the less ‘oh-why-has-this-happened-to-poor-poor-me?!’. Thanks for your words! I really appreciate them. And, yes, nobody wants to hear the words, “I don’t think we should have sex on school nights”. I know I’ll feel better eventually. In the meantime, there’s boxing! x
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No sex on school nights?
Yeah, I was thinking about the ‘no sex on school nights’ thing too. Why was that exactly? Was he afraid of getting too riled up? Not sure why it would ever be a bad idea to have sex (especially if it was really good sex, as you implied…hmm…)
Sounds like your Tuesdays were just so lovely… sigh… and I hope that one day, no matter how long it takes, you’ll be able to look back and remember them with fondness instead of with sadness and hurt.
xoxoxo my brave friend.
P.S. Boxing night = a terrific idea! 🙂
Ok, so while the relationship was still awesome and the sex was amazing (it really always was), he said he was too tired during the week and it was just frustrating for him. So no sex on school nights. I was gutted. I have never enjoyed sex before him and I MISS IT!!!
WHO the HELL says no sex on school nights!? Are you SURE he was into the ladies?
Also. Your napkins sound fabulous.
Both true stories and good points, well made.