Last night I saw something poking out between the sofa cushions. I thought it was a KitKat wrapper. I pulled it out and it turned out to be a condom wrapper!!! WTAF!!!
My husband (pains me to write that word) and me are getting divorced, he is moving out in 2 weeks time, but JEZUS would it have pained him greatly to:
- wait until he had moved out
- not do it in the family home
- TIDY UP HIS SHIT
I was feeling quite benevolent for the last few weeks, even offered to help him move, what a fucking saint am I? Or a complete idiot. One or the other.
I did go up and ask him but he didn't want to tell me what the story was with the wrapper.
This morning I said that I found it quite disrespectful to do it in the family home, on MY sofa (I will never be able to look at sofa again, it's gotta go) and LEAVE THE WRAPPER. I am actually most upset about the last bit. I could have been blisfully unaware. He took no responsibility or apologised, he just said I was jumping to conclusions, haha, yeah, not many other conclusions one can jump to if you find a discarded condom wrapper I would say.
Anyway. Just needed a vent. He's moving out in TWO WEEKS and then we are SHOT of him. Apart from the small matter of parenting 2 children.
Christ what an absolute knob.