I'm 20ish weeks and the past few days I could cheerfully kill someone(usually my irritating sh*t of a boyfriend), bury the body and feel no remorse whatsoever!
It doesn't help that he went out Saturday night and got in at 5am. Note: this very rarely happens. But the amount he will have spent on that night out, plus the new clothes he bought for it too, really pisses me off! ESPECIALLY when he won't let me decorate the new baby's room as 'there's no point spending money on a house we don't own'(we rent at the mo), and refuses to buy curtains too! I hate being at home because it's just so basic and unwelcoming. I think it makes much more sense to buy a few tins of paint and a couple pairs of curtains, than to piss £200 up the wall!
So, I'm spending today fuuuuuming!!
Someone give me a cyber slap to snap me out of this funk