just when you thought it was safe to go into the kitchen
...my fuckwit husband has to go and get all up his own arse.
Everything has been going OK. Well as OK as it has been over the last few years. I went to visit my mum, (I go about once a week and stay one to two hours). When I got back he had gone out with our 12 year old to pick blackberries. I love very little more than free food, so was very happy about this. I'd been a to work all week so took the opportuity to clean the bathroom, our bedroom and put some laundry through. Just about then, they came back. Dave started straight away to make apple and blackberry crumble, we got the apples free as well :). He asked if I would make some jam with the rest of it. So I got on with that (I just have to put the ingredients in, the breadmaker actually makes the jam).
It was getting late and dinner wasn't started, the sink was full of dirty dishes, and the dishwasher full of clean. I opened the dishwasher to empty it and this was the first sign that I was DOING SOMETHING WRONG... he banged the door shut, and thinking it was best to get out of the way until he was finished I went and sat with my son. Dave finishes what he is doing and clears the dishes out of the sink, then comes to find me, and says,
"aren't you going to bother with dinner tonight then".
I reply in my sweetest voice, "of course honey, I was just waiting for you to finish in the kitchen"
"thats right, somehow it's my fault that dinner isn't ready."
Now I start to get a little pissed, but head into the kitchen and get some further abuse, normally, in my good little wifey way, I'd apologise at this point try to calm the waters and make the dinner.
But, when he followed up his tirade with, "what sort of a mother are you?"
I have to admit, I let rip, "fuck it," says I, "I don't have to listen to this shit, I'm going to the fish shop".
I'm ashamed to admit that the kids heard this, and I know they hate to hear us arguing. We don't have cross words very often, but it still upsets them.
In my womanly way I go around and around this conversation and I can not for the life of me figure out where it came from. When I got back he was sat in the sitting room with a family size packet of crisps, me and the kids ate our fish and chips which were lovely.
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