Friday 8:30pm. I guess I set myself up for a fall, hairdog. Just because I was feeling in a good mood does not mean she was. We did not go out together for various reasons such as she doesn't like going out, doesn't like pubs and doesn't want to miss her favourite soap. Instead we had a fairly heated discussion which started out OK but my dispair got the better of me and we both got cross. Children got in the way and then her soap came on TV so it is left unresolved. She is now behaving quite agressively towards me - more than I have seen her before. She said that she was dreading me coming home from work today - the complete opposite of the way I was feeling and that I had better sort my self out and get back to normal - ie. back to accepting celebacy. I'm not sure how the evening will pan out but it is not looking good at the moment. SD
