DP is such a drama queen.
Sometimes he has to work nights. This is just something he has to do in his chosen profession. But honestly the DRAMA every time he is on nights.
He emerges around 4 and ROARS out a yawn that seems to last forever. Then I have at least an hour of him making cups of tea and coffee and declaring how tired he is. At ten second intervals, seriously. When he comes in from working nights and from days for that matter you'd be forgiven for thinking he had spent a week down the mines.
He just rang me about wanting to do something but the way he was going about it - muttering, talking very fast,repeatedly saying my name: I felt like I was being questioned in a police cell.
He is also permanently convinced he is ill. He goes to his GP twice/three times a week. He has a bigger medical file than has ever been seen before and munchausens (sp?) has been brought up as a possibility.
He had a row with his friends two months ago and he still keeps roaring about it.
I'm exhausted and fed up. I never get asked how I am. There's no room for me.