I want a dog.
FML.
Mother's Day. DS made a lot of noise about it, but did fuck all. DD was staying with a friend who has a hot tub, so this is far more appealing than her mother.
However... She did then reappear and take me to the pub (!) Bless her. She may hate me for 364 days of the year, but she has a good heart.
It would have been fine (for me) if I'd had one drink, but I of course have quietly carried on.
Anglaise, DP's shiftiness is to do with not acknowledging my existence. I have been his girlfriend for over three years, but the minute his DC descends, I have to run away and pretend I don't exist.
This was compounded this weekend by a trivial matter. He volunteered to buy me something as he lives local to it. I said yes, thank you, that would do me a favour as I would otherwise have to try to carry it home on the bus. Later that day, I said I would collect said item. To which he said: "Oh, was I supposed to be buying it for you?"
In itself, this is nothing. But given that I do him similar favours on a daily (literally) basis, I'm mightily upset. My standards are low. I didn't expect him to think of me without being prompted. I wouldn't have asked him unprompted. But he fucking well volunteered. And still couldn't be arsed.
I consulted DS, to get a man's perspective. He said: "he probably forgot'. He then launched into a load of psychobabble about how I'd be floating on a cloud of bliss, had DP done something nice for me, whereas I'm in a trough of despair because he forgot some trivial thing. Neither is logical or rational, says DS.
I said: "so am I not allowed to sulk for three days?" He said: "Well, you can, but nobody will give a shit".
FML a thousand times over. And again.
Meanwhile, DD has gone vegan. But she doesn't like vegetables. This will be fun.