I don't believe Ali had ever lived with a partner. He still lived at home. He had at least one girlfriend before Lydia. But really, he was very inexperienced. Lydia blew into his life, (he has stated more than once he didn't even fancy her when he met her, but she plowed her way into his life). She moved into his parent's house with him. Got a boob job, whilst leeching off the parent's generosity, saved all her money and then she and Ali purchased their first home together.
He went from his parent's house to cohabitating with Lydia. He never stood a chance. She was sugar and spice until he put a ring on it. Ali was a gym rat and electrician trainee, gay baiting his SM posts with #gay #boy hashtags. Lydia pretended to get into fitness to land him. That's the first documented case of her pulling on a skin to get what she wanted. Of course it didn't last. Lazy people never stick with anything. She started showing her true colours in the run up to the wedding and frantic search for a Millen Pound Mansion. Then, she really unleashed her truest self once they moved into the new build bungalow. And it's all been documented by them both! LOL
Now Ali is an anemic looking wee man, wearing ginger tones that do nothing for him, and exposing his feets in Hermés "slandals" that would make any hot blooded woman turn away in distaste. But he gets to live in a big house, drive an AM (when Lydia doesn't want to drive it), and he very likely feels he is winning at life. He's too thick to notice Lydia has orchestrated it so that he doesn't have interest from women. She's removed everything that was once attractive about him. His fitness, his "urban" style of hoodies and combat boots with jeans. She aged him on purpose and he's so money grubbing he thinks he's projecting a gentlemanly look from bygone eras. When the reality is he looks like an emaciated dandy that is aging faster than milk, sleeping in a dead bedroom at home.
Everything is a farce with Influencers. Most are materialistic asshats. But they stay in their gauche lane. Then we have the likes of Lydia and Ali, as materialistic as everyone else in their field, but trying to hoodwink everyone with put on posh accents and the costumes of what they think the .01% waft around in. It is the funniest thing ever to me. Everything they do is fake. Everything. Down to cooking up and serving themselves massive portions of carby food, that are then never eaten. An exotic breed cat. Getting the popular dog breed, but not training the dogs. Having a twee, tiny chicken coop that is doomed to be the scene of a literal massacre. But it doesn't matter, because SOLID OAK and flimsy painted chicken wire makes it look invisible and pretty. Everything is about how it looks. Not function. Looks.
The saddest thing to me about these freebie chasing numpties is they've brought living creatures into their performance. For engagement. For clicks. For their coffers. Poor Lumi, the solitary Bengal that doesn't have a litter box, doesn't have even one scratching post and owners that didn't notice her cat flap was locked for weeks. The poor dogs that never get to leave
the grounds and explore cities. They get zero stimulation from their owners, no training games, no colourful toys. Only toys that go with the bleak beige
aesssssthetic of their owners. The poor angry bees. And now these beautiful (non rescue!) chickens, that have to wait around for days until the house boy gets around to providing for their daily needs. You know those chickens have all clocked the foxes already. I can't even imagine their agitation. Chickens know!
Lydia and Ali are shitpuffin poseurs. The both of them.
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What on earth! She's literally spilling out! She may need to think twice before bending down or forward or even dancing if she ends up wearing this top. Clean up on aisle 5 spillage if she does..
agree with everything you have stated.....well said 
