GiraffeGotTheLastRoomInTheInn ·
30/11/2006 23:05
I am suffering quite badly from what the doctor today described as 'one of the worst cases of tonsillitis I have EVER seen'.
I feel like I am dying, I haven't eaten ANYTHING for four days and am struggling to swallow my own saliva, let alone drink anything.
And dp has....
wait for it.....
gone to stay with his parents 'so he doesn't catch it', only returning home to collect ironed shirts and (admittedly only once) ask if I could just make him some lunch.
My mum has been helping me out with dd this week, thank goodness, but she is going away tomorrow so i have got to cope with dd all by myself.
So he says to me on the phone tonight
'I'm going climbing straight from work tomorrow.Don't suppose you fancy it, do you? No? Oh well I'll speak to you over the weekend then and see if you're better.'
What f***ng world does he live in?
Do you know, I feel like telling him I am better and ready to give him a celebratory blow job, then when he comes rushing home, give him a big snog, making sure my tonsils come into contact with his....
And then leave him on his own for a fucking week in HIS hour of need.