Sorry in advance for the epic post.
My husband and I have 2 anniversaries: the day we signed the papers and the day we had the party.
For party anniversary, husband wanted to go back to where we got married, which is his home country. I did not want to travel because I am 4 months pregnant but he persuaded me as it would be a nice holiday. So far it hasn't turned out that way.
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he decided we would do a detour to the city where he went to uni so he could see friends. I am not a fan of said city and protested but he promised it would just be a couple of nights then we could have 2 weeks at the beach.
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husband booked us on Ryanair flight even though he knows my one principle in life which is to never fly Ryanair.
3)) I wanted to stay at a hotel but he wanted to stay with friends. Those friends canceled so we had to end up staying with other friends who do not have a guest-suitable flat. It has no doors between rooms. It is 30 degrees with no air conditioning. No curtains on the windows. The bathroom is between the two rooms so you have to disturb each other if you need to pee. And the room where we are sleeping is full of junk that I keep tripping over to turn on the light. One other thing that doesn't bother me but will have mumsnetters nickers in a twist: they are growing cannabis on their balcony.
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we ended up spending our actual anniversary in this city. Where by the way taxis do not have seat belts and drive like maniacs so getting to the restaurant was dicing with death. But the meal was fantastic and thought this could save the day
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after meal went for lovely little walk through city and I was ready for bed but husband wanted to go to a festival where friends were. I agreed to go for a but wanted to go home early
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arrived and sat in warm spot on a hill far from crowd. Listened to music and watched sunset. Was nice. Then friends call who are sat close to stage and want us to move there. I want to stay put. He wants to move. Of course he gets his way again and we move, but on condition we won't stay long
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get there. It's wet and noisy and I'm pretty annoyed. Then husband gets call from friend who had come to meet us on hill, asking where we were.
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drunk friend from hill slips and seriously injures himself on his way to find us. Passer by helps friend who tells him to call my husband for help.
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husband and a friend, call him Ted, go to help and there i am sat with this teds wife who I don't know and can barely speak English for 3 whole hours. It's cold, it's wet, I'm pregnant and tired.
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Ted returns but not my husband. Apparently my husband went to the hospital with drunk friend who needs surgery for a broken leg. Doesn't call me just sends his friend to tell me. They will take me back to the place I am staying once I am ready to go home.
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husband gets back at 3 in morning. He is clearly tired from the ordeal and still sleeping 10 of clock today even though we were meant to be getting up and leaving this shit hole bright and early today. I'm sat here sweating hungry and extremely pissed off in someone else's flat just waiting for him to wake up.
Aibu or has he ruined our anniversary and do I have the right to be so ffff* angry right now? Or should I be grateful he tried to celebrate our anniversary at all? And I mean what could he do. Just leave his injured friend?