Home. TG.

The uncomfortable weekend came to a head this morning. Having seen it coming, I'd quietly packed up our stuff to be ready to leave. Was nervous, uncomfortable, and frankly, hiding(!) Running interference is one thing, but confrontation in this situation? No. That was BF's to deal with. Being expected to help someone with a fairly senseless project who is difficult to work with, stubborn, unwilling to hear input, upset with us (right down to the weather) and being passive aggressive to beat the band is frankly, not appealing. Hell, not acceptable.

So we left.

It wasn't fun, but there's no effect mood-wise. It's not mine to own. Despite minor whining over having sore muscles and being tired, it's good to be home.

P.S. "Sweet Cheezits" Love it!