DH and i in the kitchen. Lots of kids within earshot but not close. cooking dinner
Im wearing flipflops and dh is wearing huge heavy trainers.
He somehow manages to simultaneously kick my toes and stamp on them at the same time...total accident
he shouts 'im sorry im sorry'
i shout ...'oooophh '
he shouts 'i said im sorry'
i sob
he shouts again' i said im sorry'
i said 'just cos you have said sorry it doesnt take the pain away.''
honestly it was so painful i thought i would pass out.
He's gone upstairs in a huff and im sitting on the sofa with a bag of peas on my foot.
so how did i get to be the bad guy? I know he hates swearing, but i didnt!
Im really confused.