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my bad, and i like just figured you had cleaned up today.

back story, and short story form

so my husband had a heart attack last year, and he quit work to recover, and he was really proactive in the first few months but eventually fell totally into a deep depression, and and along i stumbled with him

my heart is telling me his days consisted of beinge watching youtube, movies ect, and mine revolved around the kids, and like just taking care of them, and my depression got worse and along with it, the house, and clutter and disorganization now rule here

well my husband has started working again, light work, with a buddy of his but go off i guess

With today being his third day of work. Afterwards his buddy and his wife are dropping my husband off at home. To which my husband calls me, while out front and proceeds to say, "Hey they want to come in and say hi to the kids."

I immediately begin calmly freaking out saying "What the frick, what the frick your not serious are you?"

he says, yeah, whats wrong?

by this point i am near tears saying why??? what the frick is wrong with you??? why are you doing this to me??? are you serious??? no, and no they cant come in right now, and im sorry but no.

so i am mortally embarrassed, and ashamed and sick with my husband right now, and sick with myself over the state of my house

um when he finally gets inside (after telling them god knows what of why they couldnt come in) i ask him what the frick is going on and his reply is simply

my bad, and i like just figured you had clean up today.

He just figured in the 4 hours he's been gone that I was able to clean up 8 months* of depression clutter.

and these arent like just regular ole buddys, and no no no, and these are his our maids have maids wealthy buddys

i am still crying