Well I am obviously sober now, I guess things haven't been going too well recently, tried to cry my drunken self to sleep last night but Bramble wouldn't let me, she kept licking my face until I stopped crying and cuddled her furry body.
Anyway today I have used the fruit left over from making my x-mas pudding vodka to make a cake, the cake is very alcoholic even though it has been through the oven!
I have an exam next week, so I am failing miserably at revising for it...
After the exam I am going to get my arse down to the gym and back on track with weight watchers program, I still have some flab to get rid of before my bro's wedding in December.
See you again
Wendy x
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
Bugger!
My god MEN.....when can I get rid of him?
Some background....seeing as I have been away a while
Mum died suddenly and unexpectedly 6 weeks ago. A massive PE result of DVT due to having a POP cast on for a fractured foot (lis francs for those technically minded), she had a heart attack, was resuscitated 4 times at home and twice in resus at work (where I work) she went to ICU and we made a family decision the following morning to turn off the machines. Devastated is all I can say. That was the 24th April
On the following day (25th) Mr M decided to go to see my DS's godparents the following weekend, because due to my bereavement I was going to be off work that weekend so he could go spend time with them......I obviously confronted him with sarcasm (doesnt work on him) with an "of course you need to spend the weekend away, having some space to yourself as you need to think and be alone" leaving me to look after the devastated kids and myself, thankfully a friend came to spend the Sat night with me for a bit, and all I got off Mr M was one text all weekend, I made him at trad roast beef dinner on the Sunday, texted to ask when he would be home, no reply, so me and kids had tea, and eventually he bothered to come back.
The day of the funeral - well he was less use than a chocolate teapot, he wasnt gonna bring his parents over, (an hr on the bus and they are 80 and 76 yrs old, his mum has terminal cancer) so I made him bring them, he got out of taking them home again after though. Nobber.
I need to get out but the escape fund is only £250 so far, and until the debts (he ran up - over 100,000) are paid off (2yrs to go) I cant sell the house and I cant escape, god I cant wait to go, even if I have to live in a cardboard box cos I cant rent with all these pets....
My boyfriend has been supportive, but I dont think I want to walk out of one relationship into another, at the min a F*** buddy is probably the best I can expect, Mr M has been sleeping in the spare room for 5 yrs now, and hasnt given me more than one hug recently.
I am drunk.....I have had 2 glasses of wine, I dont normally drink, so this has made me drunk, I should blog more often I know, anyway I hopefully finish my degree next week when I take my final exam....cant wait.
Off to bed, night folks
Wendy
x x x x x x
Some background....seeing as I have been away a while
Mum died suddenly and unexpectedly 6 weeks ago. A massive PE result of DVT due to having a POP cast on for a fractured foot (lis francs for those technically minded), she had a heart attack, was resuscitated 4 times at home and twice in resus at work (where I work) she went to ICU and we made a family decision the following morning to turn off the machines. Devastated is all I can say. That was the 24th April
On the following day (25th) Mr M decided to go to see my DS's godparents the following weekend, because due to my bereavement I was going to be off work that weekend so he could go spend time with them......I obviously confronted him with sarcasm (doesnt work on him) with an "of course you need to spend the weekend away, having some space to yourself as you need to think and be alone" leaving me to look after the devastated kids and myself, thankfully a friend came to spend the Sat night with me for a bit, and all I got off Mr M was one text all weekend, I made him at trad roast beef dinner on the Sunday, texted to ask when he would be home, no reply, so me and kids had tea, and eventually he bothered to come back.
The day of the funeral - well he was less use than a chocolate teapot, he wasnt gonna bring his parents over, (an hr on the bus and they are 80 and 76 yrs old, his mum has terminal cancer) so I made him bring them, he got out of taking them home again after though. Nobber.
I need to get out but the escape fund is only £250 so far, and until the debts (he ran up - over 100,000) are paid off (2yrs to go) I cant sell the house and I cant escape, god I cant wait to go, even if I have to live in a cardboard box cos I cant rent with all these pets....
My boyfriend has been supportive, but I dont think I want to walk out of one relationship into another, at the min a F*** buddy is probably the best I can expect, Mr M has been sleeping in the spare room for 5 yrs now, and hasnt given me more than one hug recently.
I am drunk.....I have had 2 glasses of wine, I dont normally drink, so this has made me drunk, I should blog more often I know, anyway I hopefully finish my degree next week when I take my final exam....cant wait.
Off to bed, night folks
Wendy
x x x x x x
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