My life

I bought a big joint of beef to cook for his majesty last night. I asked him how he wanted it, a bit pink in the middle? He replied 'no pink' ( now remember that part, its important!!) He then said,'how do you usually cook it? I replied, a bit pink, he said ok do it like that. When it was done, it was a tiny bit pink in the middle, but not much. He complained 'its a bit bloody overdone!!!!'...??????? after slamming it in front of him i suggested he 'cook it himself next f'ing time' This then led to a huge arguement, where he stated that he had to tell me so I get it right next time, and why am I making such a big deal out of it, wouldnt I prefer to be told? I think next time a little spit seasoning is in order.

I was finally allowed to drive his porsche last night, just to the shop to get some vodka ( I needed it) I drove it half way home, without even realising the handbreak was still on! lol

I feel sick. He came to mine last night. I dont know why he bothered. He hardly spoke to me, hardly wanted to be near me, complained about my cooking, twisted everything i said to make me the bad one, and then left this morning. I want to finish the relationship, but I am terrified he wants the same, how does that make sense?!