Just need to rant, really, because my ex has made me feel like some sort of evil witch for telling him no...
Over the past week or so he has started asking to use my front room to 'work out' in. I have said no. Quite frankly I can't think of anything worse than him puffing and panting in the corner of my lounge for 2 hours like some sort of beached whale while I try to watch Come Dine With Me or something equally as entertaining
of an evening. There's a long history of emotional abuse that could go on for pages, but basically I've had issues with him refusing to leave my house before, culminating in him turning up every morning before work for a shower and a dump
and not leaving in the evening until I physically forced him out the door... and I'm not willing for him to spend more time here than is necessary for the kids.
My refusal has, apparently, turned me into the Wicked Witch of the West. I'm unfair, he has a 200 mile biking holiday planned in 2 weeks and he needs to get ready for it.
Now, perhaps I am BU... No doubt you'll tell me if I am... But I don't think that's my problem. I'm already storing the bloody mountain bike in my daughter's bedroom because diddums doesn't want to keep it outside and wouldn't shut up about it. That he signed up for a mountain biking holiday he wasn't ready or fit enough for, is also not my problem.
I hate being made to feel like a bitch, but I genuinely don't think I'm BU on this one. Am I?