So yesterday dh went to watch football with a mate. As a general rule of thumb I don’t message him when he’s out(it’s only 3 hours) unless he texts first about something. Plus horrid weather yesterday meaning freezing cold so also would avoid messaging him so he didn’t need to take his gloves off.
Anyway whilst he’s out I gouged my finger cleaning a champagne flute. Panicked a little because of the flappy skin and blood so messages my little family group chat with a picture so my aunt could tell me if I had anything to worry about(she’s a nurse). She says all good just clean and plaster, enough skin left it’ll take a good few days to heal all good.
When I go to plaster it I go overkill and put a huge plaster on it, find it funny so take a picture complete with petted lip and sent it to my aunt and posted on fb in a ‘fml I’m an idiot’ funny way.
Dh then sees the fb post and has been in a mood with me for not telling him about my cut. Has barely spoken to me since he got home yesterday and didn’t even tell me he’d come home. Scared the shit out of me when I suddenly heard someone in my kitchen. He’d been in, to the toilet, changed and back downstairs without even saying a hello?!
A frosty evening ensued - took him until 9 o’clock to mention dinner and today has been just as bad.
I mean was I really unreasonable to message him
As soon as I cut myself?! I’m genuinely like WTF at the moment.
And I reallllly appreciate how fucking ridiculous this thing is.