My granny died last week in Scotland. I was going to go up to attend the funeral which was today, but I lost my ID so I couldn't fly and my dad was going to pay for the train but couldn't afford the train fare and neither can I (just moved house, broke is not the word). Really sad I'm not there with my family - my sister says they're all at the pub getting bladdered which in my family is a very very rare occasion (never actually happened when I've been a legally drinking adult) but always looked like so much fun when I was a kid. Also my sisters first time drinking since before she got pregnant and she was always my drinking buddy so am gutted I'm not there. Im obviously much much more upset about missing the funeral, my granny was one of my favourite people in the world - in her last moments, she couldn't remember my cousin who has lived round the corner from her for 25 years, but was chattering away about my baby DD who she has met once
, but right now, I just wish I was with my family celebrating her memory and having a few drinks.
Anyway, I bought myself a bottle of prosecco as I was feeling a little bit left out
. Texted DP asking if he wanted to get himself a few beers and we could have a drink in our new garden for the first time as it is a nice evening. He rings me half an hour later saying he is going to his friends house for a few drinks to get on it instead.
he goes out with his friends at least every two weeks, so it's not like I never let him out! But AIBU in thinking today of all days he could have chosen to come home and have a nice evening with me instead of going out and leaving me sitting here wishing I was anywhere but alone?