Still gutted

I didn’t sleep well. I got up and dressed and went round to ‘my house’. I spoke with them and more lies came out. Truth be told I think we were strung along the whole time. Another solicitor bill and still no house. My poor girls. All that pre-teaching for the change and now nothing. Gutting.
I went straight to the estate agent and to say I was livid was maybe not even close. I dropped the F bomb a few times.
Home for the party. The girls had so much fun. A mini play date and then back to normal routine and down to earth with a bump. I drank quite a bit. Seemed to soften the ache.