You: Hello, how are you doing?
You: I’m fine, thank you.
You: Have you eaten today?
You: Why, yes, thank you. I had a nice peanut butter banana and a mug of coffee.
You: Oh, jolly good. How is everything else?
You: Well my husband is being very cruel lately.
You: Oh, no. How so?
You: Well he isn’t giving me any hugs, and is being generally off with me. He comes home very late and goes straight on to his laptop and gets irritated when I try to talk to him. I think that’s rude and hurtful and unappreciative, and he can go do one.
You: And I didn’t say goodbye to him this morning, but I did pack a lunch for him, and he didn’t say thank you, so I didn’t kiss him goodbye like a usually do, I didn’t tell him to drive safe, I didn’t ask him if he had his phone, keys, wallet. He didn’t care, though. He just walked out that door. I feel bad for not saying goodbye, in case he dies on the motorway, but he knows I love him, so I don’t feel that bad.
You: So I am done. He can come apologise when he is ready, but until then, I am not talking to him.
You: Yesterday he walked in at 10PM, (he left the house at 6AM) and went straight on his laptop didn’t even ask how I was. Didn’t even look at me, in fact. I came in to the living room and his mother asked me, “Is he ready to eat yet?”
IS HE READY TO EAT YET!??!?!? SOD THAT. His Lordship can get his own dinner.
Yes, I know he drove for three hours straight. BUT I AM HIS WIFE, LIVING IN HIS MOTHER’S HOUSE, WHERE I DO NOT EVEN FEEL COMFY ENOUGH TO POOP, YOU CAN HAVE THE DECENCY TO TREAT ME WITH THE LOVE AND RESPECT I DESERVE.
You: Oh, lovey. Have a nice cup of coffee, get your cycling gear on, and cycle off to the country. Maybe visit Allie on your way back, have a chat, and then go to the uni to do your work. Don’t think too much about it. You did your bit, okay?
You: *sniff* Yeah, okay, that sounds really nice actually.
You: You deserve it, my dear. Now, off you pop.
You: Thank you.
You: You sturdy thing, you!
Treat yourselves good, folks, don’t wait for others to do it for you.