In The Dog House

I have always wondered where this saying has come from and doing a search on google, I didn't actually find any results I liked.

So after things not going to badly between us for the past week and a bit, we had our little tiffs but nothing major, that was until Wednesday night, I had got in from football and we had kfc as neither of us could be bothered cooking, I was just sitting down watching the footie when I could hear my phone ringing.

I answer the phone and it's my dads gf/partner, saying that she needs me round hers as I need to help my dad out, so I hang up and tell the gf that I need to help my dad out, she goes off on one saying you shouldn't help him, it was his fault you went bankrupt blah blah, so I just told her, he's my dad and I'm going, this upset my son a little bit, but this was because the gf was ranting and raving and telling my son that I was going, not why and that I'll be back.

The phone conversation was

you need to come round as your dad needs to get his stuff out of his flat as the landlandy is threatening to send his furniture to the charity shop first thing tomorrow and change the locks.

So i got changed and made my way round the her house, there I was told what was going on and that we were just waiting for my brother to turn up, when he finally does, we head to the house and start getting his furniture out, but before I have even moved a small amount of the stuff, i catch my finger and have to go to A & E to get it looked at.
I went to the local A & E but this had closed for the night, so I made the trip to the larger hospital where I waited nearly two hours before being seen, I then had the cut washed and the nurse told me I was lucky not to go through the tendon. I had it steristripped and then plastered over, I got home just after 1am.

Whilst at the hospital I had a few texts from the gf and the last one was "You better be on your fucking way home now" I didn't answer that one for obvious reasons. The next day I text her a couple of times to see how she was and I had no reply, this told me that she wasn't talking to me and was going to give me the cold shoulder. When I got in she wasn't talking to me then when she did, it was a cold.

Last night we took our son to the fun fair, her still not really talking to me, when my dad phones offering us his fridge freezer, its a big unit and he gave me the measurements for it, when I mentioned it to the gf she was adamant that she didn't want it and wants nothing from my dad. I thought this was a bit strong and didn't really talk to her about it, when we got in, I measured up anyway and found it won't fit anyway, I just hate the way she will dig her heels in for no reason and act like a spoilt kid. I think I have slept in our bed about 3/4 times now since we decided to get back together, one of the reasons its been so little is that I have had problems with blocked ears and have been using drops at night and instead of her having to put up with the smell of it i slept in my bed. Monday night I was so tired after work that I went to be at half 7 and didn't wake till 7 the next morning. Wednesday and Thursday night I didn't because of this problem with my dad and Tuesday I can't remember why, but to be honest I don't really care at the moment, because sharing a bed doesn't really fix anything and just covers the cracks.

Hopefully things will go smoother this weekend and next week I am off to Reading and I can't wait.