I was fucking right again!

Once again I was proven right, I hate being proven right just once even if it was a tiny thing I would like to be proven wrong. 

Got in and house is still a shit hole no hoovering or mopping done. He come upstairs asking why I am in a mood which I am not, I am calm considering saying; is it because all his done is the bed room.

I said a lot more could have been done in the space of 3 mins baring in mind I have been out all day and I have bone disorders. I made the bed from this morning, picked up my rubbish from my side of the bed and dirty laundry from the bedroom. And he said its clean. 

If I was at home I would have had the house cleaned and tidy from top to bottom and smelling nice. I agree I would not get though the washing and I would not expect him too. It would be unrealistic. But in the time when the washing machine was on he could have done a room at a time. 

On a Sunday I will spend a hour on each room approx and you would think I had a cleaner in.

Sick of it I may just not go home one day because I can’t be fighting Lucifer and my depression Hades then coming home to some thing Lucifer and Hades would love. 

Sick of Northerners. 

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