Had a weekend of Fun.
First I stopped off at Halfords in Oswestry and was bum raped on a brake light bulb.
Then I stopped off at The Ludlow Ward at the Orthopaedic Hospital, where my dad was recovering from a Hip Operation costing more than a new Car. (Probably more use than a car) Where the consultant told him that he could forget going home on Saturday and it would be another 2 days.
So then I phoned my sister who was due to come on the train from Bangor and drive them home in his car. She decides to go and visit on Saturday in her car.
Then I get home and my wife has gone through some old receipts of mine, and found three trips to Burger King at Knutsford Services between October and December last year. Apparently these coincide with me suggesting I take her out to lunch and me telling her I have not eaten. Later we are watching a DVD of outnumbered, and the father has got very drunk and snogged someone on a works night out. Somehow she makes the connection between me lying about my food intake and the possibility that I've had an affair with my old landlady, in Kegworth.
I sleep in the attic room.
Saturday comes and I get up early and am fitting new plugs to the daughters BINI when my sister rings but refuses to talk to my wife. Because she's FUCKING RUDE.
It's all very stressful having an 81 year old in hospital, but my wife used to be a nurse and you'd be better off talking to her.
This puts my wife is a much worse mood.
She decides to have a go about my lying constantly. I am guilty as charged TBH. I am a greedy bastard and I'll eat all day if I'm bored or sad or it's available. If I open a cupboard and there's a packet of biscuits, I'll sneak a couple.
If my wife seems tired I might put a spin on something.
My new years resolution is to a) stop lying and eat less
Then our daughter (aged 21) decides she doesn't want to be in the house whilst my wife is having a row.
She's on her way out and my wife decides to go with her.
Some 4 hours later they come back with a new rug and other shit we don't need from ikea. I sigh quietly and remove the old rug to the old storage area of the attic (Not easy - it weighs a ton)
Later my wife has another go at me. Apparently I can't apologise because I've said it before and nothing has changed. I sleep in the attic.
Sunday, I take daughter to see dad and take mum out to lunch (she;s been staying in a b&B and spending all day at Dad's bedside and looks wrecked.
Wife can't or won't come because she has chronic fatigue and getting up that early is too early and she can't do a whole day of it. I should have consulted her (I agree - it was very selfish of me to just arrange it without communication)
Anyway, I take video footage of my day walking.
I think everything is fine and dandy. I make a really nice tea, and daughter goes off to her boyfriend's house.
There is a switch. Suddenly I'm getting the cold shoulder, she goes upstairs and refuses to talk to me. I watch the telly, then she comes down and starts a massive row. I don't actually put up any fight.
It went on a while.
At 5:45am this morning I drove 95 miles to work arriving at 8:15am
Today my sister went on the train to drive Dad and Mum home in their car.
At 6pm she rang my wife to complain about my mother. Who wants to go out tomorrow to do something with the Women's group at her church, and how my dad doesn't want to be left alone. She was on the phone for about 30 mins.
My wife told her, she should tell her boss she's only working mornings this week. Sister did not like this idea.
About the same time I rang my Dad. He's fine. Happy to be home. He's got a mobile, and a cordless phone, so he can carry them both around in a bum bag, and if he has a problem he can always phone my sister. I suggested that, my Mum could get her phone out of the car and turn it on in 2018. Perhaps check it for missed calls and texts.
Spoke to my wife later, and I have no idea how to solve the problem we or I have.
Later I paid for my AS calendar. This has cheered my up.
Sound like my life, I just ignore her. I never sleep in another room after a Barney, just get into bed as normal. It's always better in the morning, especially if alcohol is involved. Usually she can't even remember that we had an argument, and if she does, can't remember what it was about. Did I mention that I am a battered husband.
Megane is not allowed an MOT this month, as we are skint after Christmas, but she can go out on the piss with her mates and spend over £50. Then I get in from work on Friday to find a box addressed to me, I open it up to find a pot of itch relief cream. The invoice that came with it was for £28! I do love driving the grand voyager, but it does 30 mpg and the Megane does over 60. I tried to explain that getting the Megane moted would pay for itself in a week, but that fell on deaf ears. On the plus side, I did get a bj for my birthday
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