This morning, cleaning out the fish tank, need the kitchen sink clearing and I've got these marigolds on as the tank is minging. Ask Mrs M1894 if she can clear draining board and bowl so I can empty a bucket that contains murky water and fish shite, and she starts to pick up wet dishes and drip em all over the floor. I asked if she can dry them as well, and she starts going psycho telling me if I've asked her to help, don't tell her how to do it, despite the fact the floor is soaking.. I grab said dish and say I'll do it my fecking self. Not talked since 11am this morning. I then fuck off upstairs and hear her hurl at 2pm - must be ill, I'm not backing down. She's walked into the room a few hours later, slammed down a washing basket and walked out. FFS.
Just been sat in kitchen having my tea, walks past no words. I ring my mother and cancel the meal we were going to have with her mum tomorrow. I'm fucking off out of the house and leaving her be... Is this divorce?
I don't even want to be in the house tonight. She's gonna go psycho when she knows I'm walking out of the door tomorrow at 10am. Where the hell do I go?
