During (yet another) discussion about how unsupportive I am being of my partners diet (I don't think I am, I just have chronic heartburn and indigestion and hate thinking about food), my partner has just said to me "I can't believe this is my life."
Like I WANT to not fancy any food, or feel tired all the bloody time, or lug about an extra 2.5 stone all day, or not sleep due to acid reflux and toilet trips, or hobble about with SPD, not to mention the fact that I practically lost my eye (sight but they saved the eyeball) in march and I am still having operations to fix it.
I am so god damn upset - I need to be selfish right now but I am being made to feel terrible for it, so I've been making a massive effort and it is still not recognised. I am so down that my heart is physically aching. 9 weeks to go seems like such a long time too.
Why can't OH understand? I feel like a total freak to him and I can't do anything about it.