I might have been rude. My friends, a group that its base has been together since high school wanted to go camping. They wanted to go to a free unbookable location on easter when it's already been school holidays for a week with limited spots. I merely pointed out this and offered to find us a back up location as I didn't want to drive 2 hours to find no spots and drive home.
Anyway the girl of the original idea couple gets af decides to call the whole thing off.
Come Saturday night they are all snapchatting pics to their story or group of them making s'mores and having a bonfire. Fair enough except my husband had texted during the day asking if they'd liked to catch up etc.
My husband has no other support. So I am furious in his behalf his pretty much only two friends where there.
I'm lucky I have here and other friends who understand why this weekend we might not be much fun.
It might be spiteful but I won't be posting about Angus' birthday till late tomorrow, I bet they don't even remember it's his birthday.
Meanwhile I've been having panic attacks for days now. Even my husband is anxious. Where are our so called friends?
Bored with our grief clearly.