The day started pretty good, considering that the baby has been up every night for the past two weeks. Me and the bubby were having a lovely breakfast together, she was making more a mess with hers than actually eating, but it was all good, babywipes are a miracle. The day started turning to shit when I went to take out the washing from the machine that my husband put in last night. My vintage leather belt with jewellery encrusted buckle was still attached to my jeans and the buckle was broken and leather ruined from the wash. I've had the belt for years and it goes with everything, not to mention it cost a bundle when it comes to belts, and it is ruined. All I got was "I'm sorry." I was really annoyed, but as the day went on I was slowly starting to let go of it, and by the time he finished work and came home I was able to hold back the rage and make small talk, until he opened his mouth and said. "The hair appointment I booked for you was today and not tomorrow...." Now you might think, not a big deal, just make another one. But the thing is, I need to get my hair done for the wedding in a few weeks time, and the reason I was getting it done now, is that my hairdresser is going on holiday in two days time and won't be back before we go on holidays! The reason he made the appointment for me in the first place was that he works right next door to the salon and he offered to go in and make it for me. Funny thing is, my hairdresser went in to see him when I hadn't showed up and still I didn't get a phone call!!! It really gets to me ,that I have to keep paying for his mistakes, while the compulsary "I'm sorry" plays like a broken record and I have to forgive! In case no one knew, it doesn't actually make anything better, it's polite to say it, but would be great if after it the wrong doings would be made better as well. Instead I'm stuck having to let someone else do my hair, when I know I'm not gonna get what I wanted and paid for, and I have to forgive for all the stupid things done to me! I really just can't let this go. I've tried calming down and just letting it go, but it's not like it can be made good again either. My belt is forever ruined and my hairdresser is going on holiday while I stay back holding my broken buckle in tears and pulling my roots and split ends off! I really hate men sometimes! ...Not even just men, I hate my man! AAAAARGH!
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