The shit hit the fan in a big way last night. I usually get home before Kirstin but she was already home when I got in.
“Oh hello Miss, you’re early.” I said in surprise. I then noticed she had her overnight bag in her hand.
“I can’t stop now, we’re all meeting up at 8.” She replied, putting her jacket on.
“Who’s we?” I asked.
“Me, Chris, Cath and Tony, we’re going to the cinema.”
“And your bag?”
“Oh, I’m staying over at Chris’s tonight, it just seems easier. I did leave you a note.” She said matter-of-factly.
“What do you mean, you’re staying at Chris’s, you only saw him a couple of days ago. I thought we agreed it would only be once a week.?” I replied, starting to get angry and anxious.
“We never agreed that…and besides I haven’t seen him since Friday.”
“Erm, he was fucking fucking you on Saturday morning,” I replied angrily.
“Well maybe that’s because you can’t. “ she said.
“Only because I’m locked up.””Well you agreed to it, and you agreed to me seeing Chris.” She responded with an element of contempt in her voice.
“I didn’t agree to it…to any of it. You asked me to…no TOLD me.”
“Look, I really am late, and I’m glad I’m going out if you’re going to be in such a foul mood, and behave so rudely.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I replied, “Look can we just talk about this.”
“I’ll maybe see you tomorrow night, OK?” came her reply and with that she picked up her bag and left.
I did think about trying to stop her, but she was pretty determined and she had a look in her eye that frankly scared me a bit.
I was furious, especially when I found her note on the kitchen table:

Tiny,
Staying at Chris’s tonight, see you tomorrow.
Can you iron my work shirts?
Miss xx

Is that all I deserved. If I hadn’t got home when I did that’s all I’d have had. I’ve done everything she’s asked. It’s not been easy and at times it has really hurt, but the least I deserve is a bit of respect and thoughtfulness in return. As someone commented, it isn't really compromise if it's only me making it. I can’t believe she’s been so … well horrible. I tried to call her mobile but she was either out of battery or had it turned off, even after the film must have finished.

I didn’t get much sleep I was so angry. I’m also really itching on my legs and “other” areas where my hair is starting to grow back. She probably doesn’t even give a fuck, although she’s probably getting one.

I’ve been so angry all day I tried to call her at work, but the reception said she’d called in sick!!! If she doesn’t come home tonight that’s it, I’m going to ask her to leave. Perhaps some of you were right.