party_hard

I'm so furious.

I'm generally very apathetic and couldn't care less about things. But right now I'm furious. It's surprising to me. I'm not used to it.

I've been getting more ill as the week has progressed. Really coughing and spluttering everywhere I go. Today I felt even worse and slowly declined all day.

The wife has already found a place of her own and started taking things from my house yesterday while I was in work. Fair enough. We'd even agreed beforehand that she'd have the bed in the master bedroom and I'd have the spare bed.

However as I got home from work today, exhausted, ill, and wanting to die, this is the sight that greeted me...



Great.

Thanks.

I have to now take all of her clothes off the spare bed (she's left them there for weeks) and move a double fucking bed on my own into my bedroom. Did I mention I was ill?

It's a fucking joke. Her parents and possibly her sister helped her take all the other stuff out, why couldn't they just move the spare bed into the bedroom? It's as if they've forgotten that I'm still living in this house that they're letting themselves into.

I really need to take the keys off her.

My nearest friend (incidentally the wife's sister's boyfriend. You still with me?!) just got out of hospital today with a suspected fractured skull. Am I supposed to give him a call?

"Oh hi Chris. How are you? What? Fractured skull? Ooh, well, fancy moving a double bed with me?"

FUCKING JOKES.

I was actually shouting things around the house. Featured quotes include "I AM SO FUCKING FURIOUS!", "HOW INCON-FUCKING-SIDERATE!" and "I STILL FUCKING LIVE HERE!".

The temerity!