Forecast for tongue-biting: high
This weekend will be the first in over six months that my husband has off work (since starting his new job - retail is the worst). In some ways I’m really excited about spending more time together, but it won’t be all family time - we’re going away with some of his friends and their families.
A few years ago, I wouldn’t have minded at all, because I considered these people my friends too. But time and circumstances change, and after the lack of support (and the belittling, too - but that’s another story) around the time F was born, showed that perhaps they weren’t really my friends after all. And it will be precious time for the husband to spend time with his mates, but I’m really not looking forward to hanging out with the wives.