Things got crazy sooner than I thought they would. Monday was traumatic enough to leave me in a crying heap on my bed trying to cheer myself up watching old Sherlock episodes.
Things have partially been sorted, so I'm feeling happier, even though my general mood is on edge.
I've avoided telling the bf what's been up because this way I avoid heated discussions about it.
I was hoping to go see a viewing of the Led Zeppelin movie/concert. Bf and I had tentative plans to have dinner with friends but I figured since they were tentative I could simply move the appointment. So, I asked bf if he wanted to go and he got all huffy and frustrated.
Just one more frustration to add to my already dire week. When I find something I want to do to brighten my week I'm often confronted with his frustration... At least it seems that way.
I ended up going on my own and thoroughly enjoying it. Too bad the guys next to me were all tobacco and popcorn smelling older men with greying/balding ponytails and beer bellies who were loud talkers.
By the time I'd made up my mind to move it was over.