It's a bit of a long story, sorry.
Went with my DF on a business trip, trying to mend relationship after I fell pregnant (not his, long story, all Cousin Gabe's fault - seriously thinking of going no contact). Last chance for a getaway before DS arrives. Turns out he cocked up the booking, ended up in shitty carpark behind the Holiday Inn as nowhere else with space - loads of people at the same business thing as DF. Just me, him and the bloody Asstra
So already feeling shitty, heavily preggers, basically camping in a shed and then waters broke! Bubs arrived safely (bloody midwife strike).
And then instead of sorting things out so I could bond with my new Bubs (started a thread in Baby Names lol) he lets a whole load of randoms visit - I'm so not being PFB not to want sheep bothering weirdos lurking whilst I'm trying to establish bf am I? And they only a few bought gifts but nothing useful like nappies or a buggy (or chocolate) - just some minging toiletries and tat from Elizabeth Duke.
Then, like he's trying to make up for the whole bloody trauma DF says he's booked non-refundable flights to Egypt and we've got to be at the airport for 3am
WIBU to tell him FTFO on his own? Not feeling up to sightseeing anyway. Lol