Had a row with Ben this morning and ended up in tears. Great start to the day. The row was over porridge. I was going to make myself some but Ben had already started making it. We argued over what milk to use – semi or full fat and he wanted to measure the oats and milk and I just chuck it all together and make it work.
But the truth is it wasn’t about porridge at all. It is about the fact that he doesn’t care for me anymore (or at least not in the way he used to). He cares for someone else.
And sometimes, even though I know that this is probably right and for the best and the future really will be good…. even though I know this, it still really really hurts.