My Place

Not sure which one to go to. Though Tesco is closer to me, I like shopping in Sainsburys as I find it slighter cheaper and I can get a few bits and pieces there I can't get in Tesco. The Asda that's on the other side of Belfast is a depressing hole of a place and I feel drained each time I walk into it, we could go to the Asda down in Ballyclare but it's a bit out of the way and if we were doing the shopping during the day I might consider it but not for tonight. There is a Co-op near by but it's a smallish one more for bits and pieces than a full shop so good for nipping in for a few things but not what I have in mind.

Will text hubbie before I leave work and see where he wants to go because if we go to Sainsburys I should ask his mum if she wants to go up with us for anything.

Can't wait to go out for a dander in an hours time, am getting a bit hungry (unusual for me cause I don't normally eat during the day) so will be searching for something for lunch and have to go to Boots as well and get a few bits and pieces can't remember what though.

Hate it when that happens.

Sat and made a huge list of things that need doing about the house last night and I scared myself with the amount of housework we've been avoiding or ignoring the past wee while!

I know there's a lot of places that people generally don't get to see, like the bottom of your freezer but that doesn't mean it doesn't need a good going through now and again so tonight and tomorrow night hubbie and I are going to go through the house like a whirlwind and get as much done as possible so that on Wednesday night we can come in and maybe even have our tea sitting at the table for a chance rather than having all the ironing sitting on it! Possibly wishful thinking but we're hopeful we'll manage.

I've made it sound like our house is a tip and it's not really, I mean we do the dishes every night, well almost every night, our clothes get washed and ironed regularly and the living room is tidy except for the cat's toys which are always lying about regardless of how many times you pick them up and put them to the side. The housework I'm talking about is things like washing out cupboards, giving the fridge the once over, cleaning the oven, hoovering the upstairs carpet checking for stray socks under the bed because there's no way the washing machine ate those socks so they have to be somewhere else!

He's had plenty of chances to do something about it himself, and with the help of others so now I'm putting my foot down and saying enough is enough. I'm fed up with him breaking his promises to me about how he will lose the weight, it's gone beyond the joke, especially when I have to sit at night and listen to him complain about the size he has gotten, whilst eating another bar of chocolate and another packet of crisps.

It's gotten to the stage where even all of my family are having a go at him about his weight, my parents especially because my father is diabetic and he can see hubbie heading for either an early grave for heart disease or else joining him at the diabetic clinic in the near future, and my mummy's concern is that hubbie married me and I'm only 26, I'm too young to be a widow and left on my own. Scare tactics maybe, but so far they have worked because he is starting to add in what my parents have said to him into his complaining.

I've had a word with his family and I've mentioned to my parents about what I'm going to be doing and they've said they'll help the best they can and that's all I can hope for.

I know it's not fair on him what I'll be doing because basically I'll be treating him like a child telling him what he can and can't eat, but what else can I do? I've tried being the supportive girlfriend/wife, I've tried letting him get on with it and I've tried to encourage him to do some exercise but nothing has worked so now it's time to lay down the law! I'm not naturally a bossy person, I'm not fond of taking charge, but I can when necessary and this is definately necessary.

I love the man who he is, not the body shape he has that doesn't particularly matter to me, if it did I wouldn't still be here when he looks about 7 months pregnant! but I can't live with a man who keeps making promises to me and then breaking them without any sign of remorse or worry, he sees this as one big joke and I can't take that anymore, this is his health we're talking about and it's getting seriously affected by his weight.