There is quite the range of responses in here ...
Surprisingly a number of people who either live with their heads in the clouds, are in complete denial, are afraid of "bad feelings", are jacked up on happy pills, or are actually a 12 year old pretending to be a 20 year old.
I am not worried about being a "bad" bf. We are great together and have a blast.
Doesn't change the fact that for 4-5 nights of the week she will yabber/complain about work/workmates/the-workmates-life/ the-workmates-ex-boyfriends-new-cat-named-Phillip/etc...
and just when I almost reach the breaking point of insanity, she will all of a sudden slow down her stories ... and yes, she doesn't tell me about work when the flames are on, or even when Ron/Don/Rhudy/Hotstove is on ... just like I don't yabber to her when she is trying to watch something. But unfortunately they are my only kryptonite against her onslaught.
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