OK so things have blown up over the last couple of days. Some guy (P) had spoken to a friend of Rune's telling him that I was cheating on Rune with him. Please bear in mind that P is in the states, so how I'm supposed to cheat from Denmark is beyond me. Of course this comes back to Rune and then to me - Rune accused me of being a cheat and a liar, because I hadn't a clue what was going on. (I do have a past that goes against me, I'm ashamed to admit, but I've got my cross to bear just like everyone else and I've been carrying it and working to put it right - I made sure that people always have a reason to trust me) I've not spoken more than a few words to him over the last few years. P's words to this friend however, were that all women are sl*ts and that I had been hitting on him. I tried to think of what i could ahve said that would ahve made him think that I was hitting on him. And when I eventually asked P about it, he said that although the "all women are" comment was nothing to do with me, I was flirtatious when I chat and he was using me as an example to prove a point about how all women think. Sexist pig or what. This surprise med, but when I thought about it, I call everyone sweetie, or babe, or gorgeous - even Fran has to put up with things like "Hey sexy baby, how are you?" - and everyone knows that's just who I am. Which is fair enough, I suppose to him it might have looked like I was hitting on him - even though it wasn't meant that way at all. I'm happy with Rune and I've not looked at another man.
Anyway, I went through hell just to prove that I'm trustworthy, to the man I love and I live with. It hurt like nothing on earth to think he could feel that way, after everything I've had to lose to be here with him. I might be daft form time to time but I'm not stupid enough to throw away something this good.
HOwever, last night Rune went out and left me in the house. He was off to play poker all night with friends. I made him promise me that he woudln't come home too drunk - after last weekends fiasco. I don't object to him spending nights with his mates. I don't object to him drinking. I don't object if he's out until 6am. What I do object to is the ass who comes home paralytic and thinks it's acceptable to drop his pants and p*ss in the courtyard. I dragged him inside through pure shame. I yelled at him and I told him I didn't care how long he'd been out and I didn't care how hungover he was, he was going to get up this morning if he liked it or not. He broke his promise to me - and gave me a reason not to trust him - after his lectures yesterday about how he coudln't trust me. He told me I was a bitter woman and that if it was such a big problem, I should find somewhere else to stay.
Now I cook for him, I clean and I do his laundry. I've lost a whole life and my little boy in the process of coming here - and this is what I get in turn for it. Don't get me wrong, I love the man and I know he loves me too, but he's got to realise that he's not a bachelor any more. I would like a little help in the house sometimes. There are days I feel more like a maid than anything else - and if things go wrong, he thinks that flowers will cure everything. He's still in bed just now and it's 10am. If he's not up by mid-day there will be hell let loose.
Am I right to be mad over this?
Anyway, I went through hell just to prove that I'm trustworthy, to the man I love and I live with. It hurt like nothing on earth to think he could feel that way, after everything I've had to lose to be here with him. I might be daft form time to time but I'm not stupid enough to throw away something this good.
HOwever, last night Rune went out and left me in the house. He was off to play poker all night with friends. I made him promise me that he woudln't come home too drunk - after last weekends fiasco. I don't object to him spending nights with his mates. I don't object to him drinking. I don't object if he's out until 6am. What I do object to is the ass who comes home paralytic and thinks it's acceptable to drop his pants and p*ss in the courtyard. I dragged him inside through pure shame. I yelled at him and I told him I didn't care how long he'd been out and I didn't care how hungover he was, he was going to get up this morning if he liked it or not. He broke his promise to me - and gave me a reason not to trust him - after his lectures yesterday about how he coudln't trust me. He told me I was a bitter woman and that if it was such a big problem, I should find somewhere else to stay.
Now I cook for him, I clean and I do his laundry. I've lost a whole life and my little boy in the process of coming here - and this is what I get in turn for it. Don't get me wrong, I love the man and I know he loves me too, but he's got to realise that he's not a bachelor any more. I would like a little help in the house sometimes. There are days I feel more like a maid than anything else - and if things go wrong, he thinks that flowers will cure everything. He's still in bed just now and it's 10am. If he's not up by mid-day there will be hell let loose.
Am I right to be mad over this?