We've spent the last two nights watching Silent Witness on TV. Then within ten minutes of the end, just as we are about to find out who and why, he mutters something about a load of rubbish, stands up and turns off the TV!
I should have known better than to rise to it but it was just instinct, "What are you doing?" I asked, all frustrated.
He walks up, looks at me and says, "Get to bed!" before walking off to his room with the remote, and that was it. What sort of twat does that?!!
The next time he tells me to make him a drink I've a good mind to boil my piss and make it from that. He won't break my spirit or beat me down, he would love more than anything now to see me go to bed crying and all depressed. Instead, after a visit to the bathroom, as I walked through is room to get to mine I said in a bright and cheery manner, "Good night, have sweet dreams". and then punched the living daylights out of my pillow. He hates that, he calls it 'my attitude'. Don't come that attitude with me, I don't like your attitude, you need to change your attitude, you've got the most annoying attidute, you'll never make anything of yourself with an attitude like yours, so on and so on.
Happy Valentines.
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