His view is I need to be more sympathetic. I am sympathetic to a point. But he’s so fucking grumpy about it. Lots of I can’t go on like this, my life is so miserable, I just need to sit here and mope.
Then we have friends round for dinner, that I’ve shopped for, cooked for and tidied up for and he’s life and soul of the party. Not drinking.
Also out with his brother tonight…again not drinking.
But I know he’ll be an absolute misery all day today.
When he’s not feeling I’ll he’s fine. But when he is it’s the absolute drama queen of it that just pissses me off…