bridiegeorge
New Member
i am my own worst enemy, just spent the last hour getting ready to go to a barbecue. now i wont go, told my husband i didnt feel great, and am not a burger hotdog fan, but the truth is i look like s**t, when i got dressed before i looked in the mirror i felt ok then i looked really looked and my god i just cant go, he left 30 mins ago then rang to say that "there is salad and pasta and why dont i come down" he doesnt understand my problem, so now am sat here in tears feeling awful. stupid arent i?