Name changed for this.
Amicable divorce is well underway. We're staying in house while he already has another place 100 miles away. (STBX has a girlfriend.)
STBXH arranged tickets for a sports event for DD's birthday (which was last week) and told me he'd pick her up today and they'd go off as they're staying at hotel near stadium tonight.
I text to ask what plan was at 11this morning and he said 'nearly there'. WTAF? DD doesn't get out of school till 3.30.
Anyway, in the spirit of amicability I made him a cuppa when he got here and carried on working at the kitchen table. Was too busy to chat much. So far he has:
Stood in front of open fridge, sniffing milk, tutting, pouring down sink. Sighing there was 'nothing he fancied' for lunch.
Changed telly channels to Sky Sports.
Taken a newspaper to the loo and was in there a good 20 minutes. Skid.
Lectured me about never returning stuff bought online because he saw a Zara box on the side. Explained I only received it at 9am.
Fallen asleep on the sofa waiting for DD. Farted. Snored.
I am now upstairs seething. When he asked where I was off to I calmly explained this wasn't his house anymore and if he carried on twatting around I'd get the locks changed.
I don't want us to be cold and frosty when we do have to meet for DD swap but AIBU in thinking he can fuck right off?!