I couldn't afford a taxi, but I have to go to the butcher dentist for a scale and polish, DH was meant to be baysitting.
I can't rant to my Mum cos they're away and she will pack up and come home.
I'm just so, so tired of it. What is it all for? It's not as if it's the best job in the world or anything, he'll just carry on earning a wage that we can just about live on and carry on being pissed about. I know it's not DHs fault, but if I could find the keys to my mums house we would be out of here.
I need to ask