Yesterday I went out for lunch with one of my daughters and then a drink with my sister. My sister was meant to be at the lunch but she was 2 hours late. 2 hours.
On my walk home, obv later than planned, I saw a man walking towards me. I crossed the road to avoid him, he was scowling and looked aggressive. I looked back and realised it was my husband. For some reason, I saw him through new eyes.
I am in shock, I have drunk too much, I have shouted at said daughter on the phone because I have to lend her another £1000 which I don't have and I have told my husband I hate him.
This is what a breakdown looks like and I am watching it from the other side of the road.