Since the wedding...

So after the wedding things continued ok. Got on with work and routine.
on a week off with Mikey coming up we book to spend a couple of nights in York. We NEVER get to go away together so am really looking forward to it...

Things continue to go well until the Sunday before we go when I'm at practice.
Now I'm writing this from memory so maybe that day was the trigger or maybe I was iffy before but this was when my mood changed!

This practice is the day we have our bout program photos taken so I turn up clarted in make-up with pink hair. OTT as usual.
I'm jumping up and down on the spot cos I have all this energy. Tink even remarks on it. The photo's are fun as are the group shots after. Practice goes well through drills and stuff up until Queen of the track!
It's like somebody hit a switch. I'm knocked out straight away (as usual). I'm rubbish at this and I know I am. Go again and I'm one of the first out! Why? It's frustrating!
Anyway, scrimmage. Starting with my bad mood which increases throughout. Lou is track cutting and doesn't care which is winding everybody up. Everyone is a little gripey today!
Stix full on slams me against the wall and it takes me a second to realise I'm not hurt tho I expected to be. I go for revenge and she trips me. I get a penalty for it. I find myself fuming at her and can't bring myself to speak to her!
Someone pushes me over. The force is so hard I skid out of the track and hit the bags in the corner. I reckon it was a botched sacrifice until Hels tells me it was Nat on the other team performing a highly illegal shove on me. I then snap at Andrew for not seeing it and I hate myself for that but couldn't stop it!
Next jam, I'm once again tripped by either Bec or Stix and I get sent off for it. This is the straw that broke the camels back. I leave the penalty area to pack my bag and piss off home.
I'm fuming with Nat still. I don't wanna speak to her or look at her. I WILL shout at her so go for the bus as I don't want my lift.
I sit at the bus stop like a snivelly wretch, taking off the thick sweaty make up I'm clarted in, whilst I gain funny looks off the teenagers gathered at the stop. I don't give a fuck! If they say owt they'll get a mouthful from me!
Twice on the bus I stop myself texting Kat to pull out of the Leeds tournament. I don't want to skate with MMR anymore. It's no longer fun.
I get home to an awkward situation with Mike and Nat chatting between doorsteps and upset Mike cos I still can't bring myself to speak to Nat.
Eventually, I calm down enough to email Nat and say my piece. We're good after that. I can be mad at her but still value our friendship.