Okay so if you know me and my story with Cheb you will know that she is absolutely the love of my life. Stan, our unborn son, is a very close second, if not an equal first. It was not always this way. Oh no. This time 13 months or so ago there was another love.
Sport.
I cant help it! I'm a sport nut. My name is David, and I am addicted to sport. I dont like sport. I dont love it. I am ADDICTED.Cricket, football, American football, golf, horse racing, greyhound racing, tennis...you name it...I will sit and watch it.
It has become a running joke between me and Cheb, but today she had me thinking about it. Today she said that sport dominates my life. That it is my life, or at least, as she put it, 80% of my life. She didn't mean anything by that, and she said its because she is not there all the time, and when our lives interweave on a day to day basis, she feels she will have more of an impact on my life and time. This is undoubtedly gonna be the case, with a baby to take care of. She said it almost as if she were concerned that I wasn't aware fully of how my life was about to change. true, I am a creature of habit, older than her, set in my ways.
But that doesnt mean I cant change, or that I dont want to, and I need her to realise this.
Yes...I've spent forty-odd years watching sport, making a living through sport (horse racing - no, I'm not a loony gambling addict, I only bet what I have to bet and know when to stop!)...but I have room in my life and my heart for so much more and it worries me that she thinks otherwise, even in jest.
I told her that when we are together properly, if she wanted me to, I would give up sport all together. I meant it, I could still be perfectly happy - all I need is her and my son. She laughed and told me she loved me and I was a sweetie. She told me she would never ask me to do that and would never want me to do that.
My missus is cool...she puts up with my old git habits, my slippers and constant cups of tea, my horse racing, the last time she was here she slept in my arms while I stayed up all night watching the US masters, when I am with my friends (last weekend I was in Scotland playing golf with the lads) she wont ring me, because she doesnt wanna embarrass me (I have told her many times not to be silly, and I always ring her), and she hates it all, finds it dull as mud, but knows I enjoy it and leaves me to it. She is the first woman I have ever attempted to have a relationship with who has not tried to control this side of me, or stop me watching/playing sport. Because she wants me to be happy as I want the same for her.
She knows I will always have time for her and our son, and I hope that I can convince her that my love of sport pales in significance to her, that she is the love of my life and will always, ALWAYS come first.
Until then I'm sure she will continue to rib me and poke fun and I will be cool with that because...she is my missus and I love her.
This is a text she sent me this morning, every morning she sends either a quote or a snippet of a song. This was todays;
"Hockey is a sport for white men. Basketball is a sport for black men. Golf is a sport for white men dressed like black pimps."
-- Renee Hicks
I'm guessing that little quote was inspired by my pink golfing shirt. I think its classy. hehe x
