Right, so I have been waiting for Fyn to come home as we need to go food shopping. I figured he must have been working late, and I am starving. He know's I am waiting for him, I just got a text telling me he's in the fucking pub and he'll be home soon.
It's ok, it's not like I wanted to eat before 10pm or anything. I should be used to eating so late at night by now, but I'm really not.
I really am sick of putting up with his crap.
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