Pull yourself together rots and mainline some serious chemical-filled drugs. Oh, and shove on some bum grape cream, will ya?!
(feel better soon though)
I fell out with SFF in the middle of the night. He came to bed (woke me up). We lay there for 15 mins. He got up and went to the car. He came back.
Me: "What are you doing?"
Him: "Getting my earplugs"
Me: "Why?"
Him: "Because you were snoring"
Me (high pitched, tears already flowing): "I fucking well was not you lying bastard. I've been lying here awake since you came to bed and yes, I might be breathing heavily, but I do not snore while I am awake. Do you not think I feel like shit enough without you throwing lies at me and making me feel bad for the state my body is in????? "
Him: "I'm sorry I said that, I didn;t mean to upset you."
Me: "Well you've already upset me by getting your fucking earplugs. You've accused me of snoring while I have been wide awake before so clearly you're not fucking sorry, you're just saying that to shut me up, NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Casper cries herself to sleep. Grunts at husband during brief waking moments together in the morning. Goes to work.
I think it would be fine if he hadn't been an arse about the fact that I'm supposed to be sleeping on my left hand side now. I always sleep on my right with my back to him and he whinged when I said that would be changing. But it's ok for him to turn over and snore in my ears. Selfish cunt.
Spare room currently out of action due to boxes from loft. One word out of line tonight and he's sleeping with the dog. I'm carrying his child FFS. If a little heavy breathing makes him precious about his sleep, wait till he has a screaming newborn in the room.
RANT OVER, as you were
P.S I am still not particularly hormonal...