I know I probably am being unreasonable but I don't fucking care. I'm very sad.
DH has been away on tour since June with just 1.5 days a week where he gets home.
I was invited to go to a friends 40th birthday party at The Grand Hotel in Brighton tonight. That's the fucking Grand Hotel. I have never been invited to a party there before and probably never will again.
Well clearly I'm not at the Grand tonight as I couldn't get a babysitter. Apart from anything else I have four children to look after, feed, cook for, launder for etc etc, on my own, so I could only devote so much time to getting a babysitter and failed.
Anyway, DH has so far had three nights out this week, two meals in restaurants with family and a works fancy dress.
I'm fucked off in the extreme. I feel very hard done by. He knew I was stuck here and unable to go to The Grand. He could have tried to help don't you think? He could have made a couple of calls. I'm constantly working non stop here. That fuck pig could at least have kept me in his thoughts.
I called him this evening to talk about plans for next week when he'll be at least partially home (I'mn trying to organise a cmaping trip and a party we're having but need his cooperation) and he brushed me off saying, 'Er ... Oh it's you ... well I'm just sitting down to dinner with my mum ...'
So I ring off, and then he doesn't trouble to call again. I call him several times and he ignores my calls.
I'm exploding with the injustice of it all.
I practically had to give up my career to he could be on call to take any acting job which may or may not come up.