I wished i was home.. that way when i do shop.. i don’t have to bring the man along.. for i can get public transport.. sit and have a cuppa .. at Starbucks.. and have fun with the kid on my own.  Because back home.. i can go without the help of a car.. i can always take a cab.. or the MRT.

Already i don’t shop very much because the pain with the stomach does not allow me to walk that much.  Yet each time we shop.. it’s like a great inconvenience to the man.  It’s sad.. and i shouldn’t subject myself to that at all.  He reminds me of my sister.. who gets upset with me.. when we can’t get a cab home.  It’s that same feeling all over again.