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My girlfriend had a work thing tonight - she told me about it ages ago and I said I would go. I didn't. Now before you call me rude names, hear me out.
My brother is getting married this weekend which means no writing on Saturday and most of Sunday as we're having a couple of family members from out of town staying. Obviously I can't get anything done until they sod off. It was the same deal last weekend as it was my brother's stag night. With that and spending all of Saturday sorting out suits, I got nothing done. A couple of other issues with the wedding have got in the way of any free time I might have, and next weekend, there's another wedding so I've been feeling a little pressurised. With so much stuff getting in the way, I've barely managed 2000 words in over a week. This has really been pissing me off and it came out today when I said I would be a lot happier if people would just give me some space to breathe. End result, I didn't go to her work thing. She's pissed off with me; I feel like a turd and it's still bloody raining. OK, that has nothing to do with it but I felt like mentioning it.
So, am I an arsehole?
My brother is getting married this weekend which means no writing on Saturday and most of Sunday as we're having a couple of family members from out of town staying. Obviously I can't get anything done until they sod off. It was the same deal last weekend as it was my brother's stag night. With that and spending all of Saturday sorting out suits, I got nothing done. A couple of other issues with the wedding have got in the way of any free time I might have, and next weekend, there's another wedding so I've been feeling a little pressurised. With so much stuff getting in the way, I've barely managed 2000 words in over a week. This has really been pissing me off and it came out today when I said I would be a lot happier if people would just give me some space to breathe. End result, I didn't go to her work thing. She's pissed off with me; I feel like a turd and it's still bloody raining. OK, that has nothing to do with it but I felt like mentioning it.
So, am I an arsehole?