So the first few days in my new house with OH has been eventful. It has taken me a while but I am pleased to report that the tears have reduced some what. I can now walk in the kitchen and get milk from the fridge without bursting into tears. Mum and dad got us this lovely “Love one another as I have loved you” fridge magnet and I just read so many different meanings into it that it makes me cry.
I can also report I am able to retrieve cookbooks from the shelf without bursting into tears. My Aunty gave me a cookbook that my Uncle got for her when they first lived together. Sadly my Uncle is no longer with us, and the fact she thought she would give it to me…
Also I am even able to face putting away my clothes into the wardrobe; although I have so many clothes that this will take a while to complete! Notice I said so many and not too many – you can never have too many clothes or shoes – and yes I do still have nothing to wear!
However I do want to share with you one incident that lead to a massive fight, more tears and 2 hours of me sobbing down the phone in my local supermarket to my mother about how the many I loved was an idiot. Yes I did get some very funny looks from the other customers that night!
Let me set the scene… it was Monday evening and I had come in from a very tiring day at work (note to self, if I ever move house again – take time off work, in fact better note to self, never move house again!!) and all I wanted to do was go shopping. The cupboards are still pretty empty and this with with OH coming we have lots of guests coming to visit. Plus I thought it would make this house feel more like my home.
So I walk through the door and explain how I want to go shopping to stop the cupboards together and just get some stuff in so it feels more like a home (no tears) OH felt that two of us going shopping while the house was full of shopping was a waste of time and point blankly refused to go with me. At this point I started to cry – I blame the tiredness. OH was less than impressed that I was upset and not being practical. I was heartbroken that maybe he didn’t understand me and what did this mean for our life together (I may have a slight tendency to over react!) He said we could just go later in the week, after his birthday.
As previously mentioned the conversation ended not as I had hoped, with me leaving the house and spending two hours walking aimlessly around our local supermarket, not knowing what I wanted to put in the trolley I had, but being very aware that we needed everything. I also spent most of that trip on the phone to various members of my family discussing how the guy of my dreams is also a huge ass (an insult to asses I know!)
2 hours and over £100 later I had filled a trolley and made myself feel slightly better by buying nuts on his credit card! (Side note: OH is mildly allergic to nuts – as in if he eats them he has to drink some water quickly not if I open the bag he will die) and after the way he had spoken to me I kinda thought I deserved a little treat, on him.
So to the point… as I have previously mentioned this week was OH birthday and we had his folks coming for tea, I had offered to get some stuff in specifically for it and cook but he said it wasn’t needed, we would more than likely go out for tea. So his folks arrive and low and behold, OH changes his mind (it is his birthday after all) and instead decides he will just through something together……….. from what we have in our cupboards.
Good job they were stocked from my shopping trip – ass!