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He walks in from work, kids arent here. "Whats for dinner" "I have bought some sausages and bacon and stuff" (breakfast for dinner is one of our favourites!)
The next thing I hear is the toaster and the micro pinging within seconds of each other. He has decided to do himself beans on toast.
So I asked what he was doing and he said that he fancied that. So I, not unreasonably asked what I was to to do with the stuff I had bought and he said save it. Fair enough, but what am I to have to eat? He said "Cant you just get yourself something?"
Or, given that I am hobbling around like my legs have been tied together, and in pain HE could have offered to do me something, could he not?!
And now he is getting pissed off with me because I am pissed off with him and I am so annoyed I couldnt eat anything anyway. So there is another day without a proper meal, which at 26 weeks pg isnt a good idea.
Selfish bastard can stick his fucking tea up his fat fucking selfish arse.