I thought we were doing well. Counselling seemed to be working for me and D, we'd spen a lovely weekend together without rowing. A first I think.
With D's strange shifts, I'd been getting the kids up and off to school with no problems.
Then yesterday she tells me there's food missing from the cupboard upstairs. This is our storage area for food becuase if its left in the kitchen those thieving pigs will scoff it all. Nope, someone had been in the box and stolen something. M obviously as he's the only thieving bastard in the house. So I decided today that the bedroom would be locked.
Then we came home.
The chain locked had been slipped off (you can do it - my fault for not putting it on right), more food had gone and the stupid idiot had even left the light on.
Then he refused to come home, wouldn't answer his phone or texts - eventually sending one to me saying they were "threatening". Playing the fucking victim again.
He eventually arrived back about 9:20, and D shouted at him and doled out the punishent. Not me!! So now if he doesn't change his attitude then he's not coming to Cyprus with us. Quite how that's going to happen I don't know, but I hope she sticks to it.
Me? One more step along the divorce road. I'm ready to walk. I just don't want to as me and D have made so much progress over the past couple of weeks.
I told D that I felt it would get to the stage where it would be him or me, then of course I got the normal "how do you think I feel?". So I'm not allowed feelings?
Father is ringing him tomorrow, but he's about as useful as John Prescott at Weight Watchers.