We have just had a rather odd lunch, involving prawns and frozen peas, because I found them thawing on the draining board this morning. I had to go out last night, and left husband's dinner out, ready to eat when he wanted it. Some had gone, so he presumably ate it, but for unfathomable reasons he also must have removed the other things from the freezer.
I didn't get cross (well, not obviously) but did ask him why he had got these things out, only to be told he had absolutely not moved anything anywhere. I asked him if, therefore, he really believed that before I left for an awards dinner in evening clothes with, for once, done nails and make up, at 6.45 last night I had taken it upon myself to remove various items from freezer? And if so, why? Well, it wasn't him. So it must have been me, is that what you think? Must have been. Did he not think that he just might have fossicked around in there, and taken things out? No.
It is the obdurate behaviour that is so wildly different from the person he used to be that is driving me nuts. No exchange of thoughts and ideas, no conversation, no joy in our relationship. I am sick to death of living with a madman.
And if anyone out there feels the need to point out it is not him, it is the illness, don't bother. I know that. But that does not stop me being sick of it. And I also know he is probably sick of it too.
I didn't get cross (well, not obviously) but did ask him why he had got these things out, only to be told he had absolutely not moved anything anywhere. I asked him if, therefore, he really believed that before I left for an awards dinner in evening clothes with, for once, done nails and make up, at 6.45 last night I had taken it upon myself to remove various items from freezer? And if so, why? Well, it wasn't him. So it must have been me, is that what you think? Must have been. Did he not think that he just might have fossicked around in there, and taken things out? No.
It is the obdurate behaviour that is so wildly different from the person he used to be that is driving me nuts. No exchange of thoughts and ideas, no conversation, no joy in our relationship. I am sick to death of living with a madman.
And if anyone out there feels the need to point out it is not him, it is the illness, don't bother. I know that. But that does not stop me being sick of it. And I also know he is probably sick of it too.