Last year my husband "surprised" me by getting us weekend camping tickets for a music festival. It was actually called "The V Festival" and this was a very appropriate name for it. Anyway, I went for my husbands sake as he was so excited about it. I tried so hard to enjoy it, but there really was too much v*. We had only been out of the car for 5 minutes and were walking towards the campsite when a man v*d, obviously from too much alcohol.
There was no escape from the v*. There were thousands of people there and most had been drinking heavily. Luckily my husband does not drink. Even in the campsite you could hear people v*ing. Luckily someone in the tent next to us had a very noisey drumkit. My husband was moaning about it when we were trying to sleep, but I was secretly pleased as it drowned out lots of unwanted noises.
Somehow I survived, but not without some big panics and also making my husband walk for miles to the nearest supermarket to use the toilets as I could not use the ones there.
Whilst we were there,my husband had an accident with the camping stove and set fire to all the grass around the tent. I was trapped in the tent and had to try and smother the flames with a blanket, but this was no where near as traumatic to me as seeing all the people v*. The music (so my husband tells me) was good, but I did not hear much as I was sat in my husbands giant waterproof jacket, with the hood up trying to hide.
By the end of the weekend my husband seemed a bit more understanding of my emet, but a few months ago he told me he had ordered tickets again for this year as it would be good exposure therapy for me. I was not sure if he really had or not, but sure enough I have had confirmation of the tickets through the post. I am already really nervous even though the festival is not until August. My friends say they would love to go and can't work out why I don't want to. I would gladly give them my ticket. I love my husband so much, but I think he could sometimes be a little more understanding. He saw how upsetI was last year. I will go for himthough. Why can't I be normal and go and have a great time?