Had a tricky couple of days. My mum took ill suddenly (approximately half an hour’s drive away - been staying over). Had little sleep the last couple of nights. Last night I was up til 3am looking after her. Been driving back & forth doing stuff for the kids, dogs.
I’m not good at totally relaxing but when I came home this afternoon, a bit shell-shocked, I made myself something to eat and sat down with it in the kitchen and stuck the tv on. I could have sat elsewhere but it was the most immediate, convenient place.
Our kitchen lacks privacy in that as you walk down the garden path, you can clearly see if anyone is sitting on the sofa fetchingly attired in a big bath robe, hair standing on end, uncombed, not showered despite the bathrobe, just generally looking disgusting
I could have had the shutters closed but it was a nice day and I wasn’t expecting anyone. Deliveries etc come to the front door.
Last night H (refuse to call him DH) had informed me that his cousin was in town and he’d be meeting up with him today. I have never met this cousin before, though he’s been within half an hour’s drive of here maybe once or twice a year for the last few years. There have been many, many occasions when he could have either invited me, or brought the guy over.
When I spoke to H at 1pm I asked him what time he’d be back. He said 5pm.
I care about what I look like, whether that’s vain or not. I know some truly fabulous people who really don’t, it’s not a priority in their lives and that’s fine, we’re all different, but I’m not one of them. I like to look clean, hair styled, tiny bit of makeup, wearing well cut clothes appropriate for the activity or occasion.
I am fucking furious that H chose today, when I thought I was having a bit of well-earned (if I say so myself) peace, looking like a complete and utter slacker, I mean honestly I don’t think I looked as bad when I was practically dying of Covid, to waltz down the garden path “to introduce you to Karl”
I hate that he embarrassed me like that. Two hours hours earlier than he said he’d be back by himself, no warning, no phonecall, nothing.
I was so embarrassed that before they reached the door, I jumped up and ran out of the room, but they’d seen me. He came in and started calling for me. “Wertie, Wertie, come and say hello to Karl?”
I mean, just, WTF?
Apologies for the length of this. Also I name changed because I’m obsessed by privacy, as you can probably tell.