Nice dress, shame about the rest

A meeting in town today enabled me to make an effort & put a dress on rather than jeans/shorts & a slouchy jumper.
This dress is one that is difficult to match with but I love it nonetheless.

The evening ended somewhat prematurely with another pathetic argument between Alex & I (no surprise there then, hey...?!)
I don't dispute that his entire week is overshadowed by longing for his children & Friday is his most favoured day of the week... I just find difficulty in the fact that his/their needs take over the entire household with pretty much no regard for what I might like.

Things came to another shouty head, in which - again - Alex seemed to forget he was talking to a 36 year old woman, not a 10 year old child.
Apparently I was ratty & grumpy because I was tired & he demanded that I "go to bed".
I did & went gladly regardless of his afterthought pleas to join the film with him & the girls. My decline was met with accusations of ruining his much anticipated evening & the entire weekend.....
*sigh*

Fridays are usually, more often than not, & in contrast to Alex, not my favourite day of the week. Conflict is frequent.