Got home from holiday to discover pil, who'd kindly been on pet-sitting duty, had taken it upon themselves to fix up the raised plant bed in our little back yard. WITHOUT ASKING.
Yes, it was a bit overgrown and weedy. Yes, it did need a tidy up. Yes, we haven't made the most of it, bar planting a few herbs and some bulbs round the edges. But aibu to think that you ASK someone before you decide to re-landscape their sodding garden for them! Perhaps I didn't want the whole thing covering in woodchip? Perhaps I don't share your taste in dangling garden ornaments? Perhaps I didn't want it filled with tacky, garish pots, and random oddments of flowers, so it looks like the end-of-line bargain display in a shite garden centre? Perhaps I actually liked the tulips that were a fucking present from my fucking parents and which you have destroyed?!
I get that they were trying to do something nice, to help out with something we haven't got round to, and have spent considerable time and money on it. It is a lot tidier, and it will be easier to manage with just pots in flowers. Also, I am bad for getting in a snit when someone steps on my toes like this - I know, in the logical part of my brain, that it isn't meant this way, but it really feels like a pointed comment: well, you obviously weren't making the effort/a go of it, so we did it for you, you silly little child who can't even cope with a little bit of bedding soil.
I am blowing this out of all proportion and being very ungrateful. I know this. But I am also pissed off and grinding my teeth whenever I look out of the window at it! Grrr!!!