Well, I need to vent but at the same time won’t be airing all the dirty linen in public. Suffice to say that I am too angry to sleep and need to be awake in five hours.
T’Other Half is fast asleep and seems to have had an amazing night out. However, having stayed sober in case transportation was needed, and not being able to plan and deliver the romantic meal I’d intended to provide, I feel my evening has been taken a little for granted.
I know it wasn’t deliberate and I know she’s kicking herself too, but it still kicks up all sorts of complex emotions that I’m still trying to quantify.
Maybe I should just start on the caffeine now to get me through work tomorrow and coast through the Demi-Douze event in the evening.
I’m letting off steam of course, and suspect I’ll be fine in the morning.
I’m reminded of the Latin motto we used at our wedding, which roughly translates as “I love you, but sometimes you do piss me off.” This is just one of those occasions.