Great fucking start to a Saturday....I'm just lazing in bed, watching tv and I get "what do you want for breakfast?", 3 fucking times....ok, I get the hint, so I get out of bed.
He's frying eggs and making a fucking mess in the kitchen, but I grab the paper and try to ignore it, he's making me breakfast after all.
"one egg?" he says...and puts it in the pan. Grabs his plate, all done and sits and eats....there ya go.
So I got up earlier than I wanted because he's making me breakfast....which I have to make and now he's gone and I'm left with the fucking mess.
And I was pissed and lost it over being ditched last night and he told me it was all my fault.
What a fucking start to what was suppose to be a great fucking day.....and we have a bday party to go to later, his family, of course...it's always his fucking family....UGH.
Hope everyone's having a better fucking day!