This weekend me and DP had plans to go out for dinner, go for a few drinks and then go on to a nightclub. The nightclub was an indie/goth place we used to go to in our teens and hadn't been in for years ... so it was a bit of a nostalgia trip. Neither of us like nightclubs really.
Anyway, throughout the weekend, every little thing he did wound me up. For instance, friday night we opened up a few bottles of bacardi and sat down to watch a movie. The kids started playing up and every five minutes he kept saying to me "you better go up and see what they're doing ... " why couldn't he do it? why did it have to be me up and down stairs all night?
Then saturday day time ... he sat there for hours watching spongebob, occasionally chuckling to himself before looking at me to see if I was laughing too. I got pissed off and busied myself in the kitchen, he came in and asked what was wrong ...
DP - "What's up?"
me - "I'm bored to death"
DP - "Thought you liked spongebob?"
Me - "I'm almost 30 ... just because it raises the occasional smile with me doesn't mean I want to sit watching it for hours on a sunny saturday afternoon"
DP - "Oh ... sorry"
So he started helping me around the house ... we later sit down in the bedroom and start having a nice conversation ... then it thunders outside ... he immediately jumps off the bed, pulling my hair in the process and runs to the window .. all excited at the prospect of a storm. Don't get me wrong, I like thunderstorms too but we were in the middle of a conversation, I was in the middle of a sentance ... I just thought it was so ignorent of him.
Then saturday night, we get ready to go out. I make a big effort ... make-up, new black skinnys, hair straightened, jewelery .... I go downstairs feeling all pleased with myself to see him stood there with his coat on. I looked at the clock and said "arn't you going to start getting ready??" and he said "I am ready"
He was wearing old jeans, a baggy black t-shirt and his everyday coat. He could have been going down to the off-licence wearing those clothes. So I was upset because I thought he could have made an effort. I did. Outside I felt really self concious because next to him I looked really over-dressed.
Then he pissed me off in the nightclub. Walked in and paid for himself. Left me to pay seperately. He then bought himself a drink ... I bought myself one seperately ... then he just embarrassed me by walking around looking lost and amazed by the decor ... people were laughing at him, I saw them. He was like one of those older people who try and act young by going to trendy places and then acting like a fish out of water once in there.
Today, he fell asleep whilst I was talking.
Things were ok before friday, now I find myself wondering if I could do better.
Is it me just being a moody cow or what?
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