A new bed is being delivered today. Yea. I have a degenerative back issue/problem/condition which makes me about as much use as plastic coal. DH gave me not very clear plan about how it was all going to be done. New bed delivered, our bed put into DD1 bedroom, her bed disposed off and all done and dusted whilst he goes to work at 7.00am and returns fuck knows when. He also claims they will not take away old bed.
The bed delivered will sit in the fucking hall in everyone's way as no where to put it upstairs. It has made me unbelivably angry. I am not sure why, is it because I am a bully controlling bitch who wants everything my way cos thats how it looks right now. I am no fairy and am roughty toughty but simply cannot do this on my own, but am getting the arse as it is on his terms.
i am a bitch yeah? That is not being ironic either.