Dh works away Monday to Friday about 200 miles away. He works for an American company and gets US bank holidays rather than UK ones so he was at work last Friday and this Monday. This has gone on for years and works out well for us.
Dh loves surprises and considers them very romantic. I do not, I bloody hate them, hate not knowing what’s going on but after a decade Dh still thinks each surprise he gives me will be the one that makes me realise I like them after all.
Last night at about midnight I hear footsteps on the path outside. I was in bed, two young dc’s asleep in the room next to me. Our house is upside down so bedrooms downstairs. I’m concerned about footsteps but not panicking- the house is pretty secure, we live on a hill and the path through our garden is sometimes used by cf’s taking a shortcut into/ back from town. I lie there listening, mentally thinking what’s in the garage, how long until I should call police, would me looking out the window and person seeing me make them leave or more likely to break in etc.
Then I hear the front door handle tried, and a lot of fumbling and the lock unlocking. At this point I run out of my bed and into the dc’s room, holding my phone with 999 dialled but not actually called them yet and nearly in tears because I just don’t know what to do. The door is caught on the chain so person can’t get in. At this point Dh calls me and asks me to let him in. I was shaking for a good hour afterwards because I was so frightened
I’m absolutely bloody furious with him. He wanted to creep in and for me to be thrilled to wake up in the morning and him magically be there. He caught the last train home but didn’t think to tell me. Now he’s cross with me because he’s been so excited to see us and I ruined it. Apparently I’m ridiculous for nearly calling 999 and getting so frightened. If I thought it was a burglar I should have just shouted out the window for them to bugger off.
I’m the 5 years he’s worked away he’s never once come home without telling me when. If it was the same night I would have probably assumed it was him and not worried but it was 2 days early!
I don’t understand how hard it is to realise it’s bloody frightening to think someone’s breaking in, especially when you’re the only adult with two young kids.
I’m still too cross to speak to him. Aibu? Not brave enough for actual aibu so please be gentle!