It's safe to say I'm at my wits end.
True to form the people viewing my house cancelled. I've wasted an afternoons holiday from work and I'm really frustrated and upset. I don't know what to do. Almost 7 weeks and not one single person has stepped through my front door.
I don't understand why nothing is going my way.
My fiance had an affair and left me.
My 3 dogs had fleas.
One of my dogs died.
I've broken down and had to call recovery truck 3 times.
I've had to spend £1000 on repairs to my crap car.
My dishwasher broke.
My tumble dryer door fell off.
My boiler pipes burst and water came through the ceiling.
I get up at 4.30 every morning.
I can't sell my house.
I feel exhausted battered and bruised and can see a downhill spiral looming. All because that filthy horrible bastard cheated on me.
In the meantime he's had a promotion and a payrise and is probably having a lovely carefree life. I fucking hate him.
And I'm sick of crying.
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