Okay, so the boy was so wrapped up in his own problems that he failed to notice how shocking I looked, the fact I was snotting into a tissue, curled up on the sofa, and saying I was unwell.
No surprise I guess - his needs trump mine by leaps and bounds.
As of tomorrow, he has no phone, no water, no electricity... And I am totally powerless to help.
Sure, I have savings, but I cannot touch them and it makes me feel so damn guilty.
How can I let my future husband and father of my children starve through the winter? Not to mention the other household residents...
Have I lost perspective, or is he expecting too much?