Tom went to Twickenham yesterday to watch the rugby, leaving home at 10 am and not coming back till 1am this morning and yet he’s just left to go to the pub for the evening. He’ll be gone for seven hours.
Why can’t he ever stay in and spend some time with me or just help out with the kids? I’m exhausted and I’d love a break too, even if it’s only ten minutes to have a bath. This isn’t fair.