DP left for work this morning and set off on his bike. I watched out the window and the wind blew him off it and he landed in a bush.
He's been horrible to me for the past few days, really nasty, picking on me for no reason and just being a complete arsehole simply because "he feels a bit off".
This morning before he set off for work he was partculary horrible to me, throwing his clothes at me because they were not ironed to his standard.
So when I saw him fall off the bike I laughed. And I laughed harder when I saw him picking himself up from the bush...I was in hysterics as I saw him limping back towards the house with the bike in tow and when he got in I litrally had to hide myself away in the bedroom because I couldn't keep a straight face.
Now I feel a bit guilty although I still smile when I think about it. Is he turning me into a sadistic cow or would you have laughed too?