After my light hearted earlier thread, DH has royally fucked up. I am beyond livid. I asked him for 2 things for Christmas. A music CD and for my ring (which I absolutely adore) to be fixed. It's a lovely 1930s ring which have been wearing with my wedding ring, but the middle stone fell out a couple of months ago. Instead of taking it to a jeweller, he decided about 30 mins ago to fix it - with superglue. And guess what - he's botched it up. Majorly botched it up.
The one fucking thing I really, really wanted him to do. I don't know whether to slam doors or cry.