Bitterness alert!
I have another thread, but I've been on the wine. And the vitriol/dark humour is flowing (with the wine!).
Anyway, today i walked into a pub and asked them did they actually close at 3:30 am as my husband told me, or at 2 am as their website said? And had this been the case for the past 6 months? Hipster barman very kindly tells me that it has always been 2 am.
The mortification of a desperate 50-year-old.
This of course leaves me wondering what the fuck dh has been doing between 2 am and 4 am when he eventually arrived home (I was awake)?
Especially after he assured me that the website was wrong and closing time had changed since march. Literally, a conversation we had 5 minutes prior to me going "Fuck this. The pub is in the area. i'm asking them".
I gave him fucking hell at home after. I believe i mentioned (yelled!) something about narnia at the back of wardrobes and kids lying and bringing their friends home to show them. Something about staying in the relationship is like big brother making you believe 2 + 2 = 5. But he fucking hung his head in shame - for once. He couldn't gas lighting his way out of this.
Btw: he was shagging another woman - fact: i saw the texts. He's not even fucking of subnormal intelligence. (He is, but is a wanker who thinks i am the stupid one.)
And breathe.... I only meant to write 2 lines, but got carried away. What are your stories of liars, wankers and/or gas lighters?