Today, the man I thought I would grow old with, the man I committed my life to, chose to binge drink every Friday night instead of spending his life with me.

I told him his behaviour upsets me, as I have every other Saturday for how many weeks, and explained why it is unacceptable and that he makes me cry when he is that drunk - nope, still chose booze.

My heart says "Just ignore it" and my head says "Fuck that. No man who loves you would roll his eyes when you cry!"

I'm going to spend the rest of the day crying and writing every single reason I'm leaving on my wedding dress before I burn it tonight.

Fuckin A1 for choosing a 'HVM'.