What part of that don’t you understand?
I’ve spent days panicking about how we’re going to cope.
I’ve written out meal plans, bought cheap everything and kept a close eye on what we’re spending.
You go out for nappies and come home with expensive puddings and chocolate…and God only knows what else.
Then you go on about how you’re treating me.
You just don’t get it do you?
And the rent money is going in your account.
Why do I bother?