And I'm sat here bored shitless, anxious and paranoid.
FIL, DH and I had a falling out a few years ago and I feel like I'm in eggshells constantly. And my paranoia is working overtime.
FIL asked DH did he want wine. DH said no as he needs to drop the car at the hotel. And that's it. No asking me. BIL (golden boy who cant do wrong) is wandering around with a drink and I just feel shit
I want to be at home with my parents.
It's my birthday and it may as well be any other fucking day. I basically got a bar of soap for my birthday from them...
fucking argg