23rd September 2013

It's always lovely when your husband wakes in a worse mood than the day before. I buggered off to visit Dad; at least I know his bad mood is not directed at me (well not all the time) and he will talk to me instead if taking things out on me ... well, not as much. Got home, got treated like crap and then he finally went off to work. Then this evening he finally decided to apologise... via text. Oh well, it's better than nothing I guess. Not sure what I'm going to do tomorrow. Probably phone my brother, cry and clean the house!