I have locked my door tonight. I have no idea if my husband will come home or not. To be honest, I don’t even care. He made a mistake..at work..a big financial one, and now everyone is trying to help him, and he can’t care about his family. Not even for a five minute phone call to the dentist for his crap wife. His wife is crap because she is crap at studying Japanese, despite being a linguist who can speak two other languages other than her own. One of which fairly fluently.
I am an independent soul. I like to do things myself, but I can’t. Instead I have to rely on someone who is ultimately unreliable and am now dosed on paracetamol and waiting to go to some crappy emergency dentist because all of the decent dentists have gone home to be with THEIR families for the festival of the dead. Perhaps if I were dead, I would receive more attention from my workaholic husband.
Enjoy your night at your Mother’s house…div.