that is what has occured to me last night. I am going through some health probs at the moments. should be resolved in the fullness of time, nothing terminal, but have over the months become house bound. my mother,despite living 15minuts walk away rises above the whole mess and actively avoids me. Meanwhwiles, she is camped over at my sisters place, creating imaginary illnesses and scenarios. Sister is 5 months pregnant, tired, the usual.
So, now I have a chest infection, feel double shit and husband is not one of life's fuzzy cuddly types (unless pissed) and I have lost it with him. I want to be cared for, but I just end up with scraps of stuff. No one cares. I am sat here alone on a sunday morning, he is upstairs with a head full of hangover. i hate him and I hate this half life I am living. I can't put on a face anymore.