Soggy kitchen 1, Florence Nightingale re-enactment 1, missing husband 1
12:00 Midnight have been very afraid to walk downstairs as have not heard one peep from husband, as most assuredly thought he would come bounding upstairs to comfort me after he saw the pain I was in and humiliation. Emotional cold fish, is this how things are going to be?
12:30 Staring at white walls, really need to redecorate the house, but the matter at hand as he is no where to be found. Ok, I'm going to go see him, after all it is my house too!
12:45 Walked downstairs, no one in sight...oh no he has left me. Will be lonely woman who was married one day and woke up to find myself abandoned due to a series of misfortunate mishaps, and a single mother and baby on the street begging for just a quid or two.
"Bollocks..." said a loud male voice and heard large crash in kitchen. Peeked in to find him Mark really angry.
What I found was him clearing through what was left of the kitchen of watered down wood as he had dropped a piece of timber and now was shaking his hand, and wincing from horrible pain. Will go over to make sure he is ok...
He looked up at me as I ran to him. "Darling go back to bed." He said as he shook his hand trying to conceal his wound.
"No, I'm here and you have horrible splinter in your hand that must be removed before an infection sets in." looking concerned. Ooh, must be mothering instinct coming through.
He was quiet as I led him out of kitchen, to tend to his wound. "Hold still." He grimaced a bit as if I was subjecting him to torture, "If you don't hold still I can't take it out."
"I'm sorry, .." I felt tear falling down cheek.
"Darling..Darling..Bridget look up at me, please.." as my head was hung in shame. He took his hand and held my chin up. "I'm not mad. "
"But how, I've shamed us something awful as with the Honeymoon mishap and in a quest to cook dinner have burned down the kitchen, and when I called you today you said nothing of what was bothering you, you can tell me you know."
He turned his head away, "We are fine..." he said.
"No we are not, something happened...didn't it..." I grabbed his chin and he tried to look away but couldn't..
At this point he placed his finger upon my lips to quiet me down.."Darling it is ok," not convincingly.
"I'll be right back.." going upstairs for first aid kit.
Mark looked as she climbed the stair pensively, I couldn't tell her. I don't want to add to what has already been a stressful few days.
"Here it is," she placed a band aid on his hand and he smiled when she looked up. Let us catch up on some rest.
He smiled with a forced smile that showed his dimples but I could not help but suspect something was up.
Went to sleep to find it 3:00 AM and bed empty on his side, "Where is he?"