H goes to the pub every Friday, has done for 25 years. Usually hung over on a Saturday but gets up and dwindles through the day. Last Sunday he went to a Boxing event around 10am which didn’t finish until about 1am - which I’m pleased about because he doesn’t do enough with his friends (pub is just with random locals).
I haven’t seen any of my friends for about six weeks, so went on a two hour dog walk with some friends yesterday and in the afternoon H went to the gym and out for a ride. Today i’d arranged to see some friends for the day and was gone from 8am (travel) until 4pm.
youngest DS asked if he could have a friend over today. Before arranging, I asked H if that would be ok and would he mind taking them to the park. Yes was the answer. This was Friday night, so I checked again in the morning in case he’d forgotten. Yes was the answer.
While I’m out today I get angry phone call number one asking where I am and how long I’d be, angry phone call number 2 asking the same. Basically fuming because he’s been stuck in the house all day (friend came 12-4) and our middle DS has had a few melt downs (not unusual). Fuming that I’d invited, and in his words, some little ginger cu*t over meaning they couldn’t go out. Fuming that I’d swanned off for the day. I kept it together but as he started getting very angry, I asked why he didn’t go out, I re-stated that he’d said yes to the friend coming over. I was exceptionally calm while he was going off on one and I said never ever would I ever phone him or have done with things that are going on ( I’d already had a call at 9.30am because youngest refused to go to rugby) and said he was acting like I child.
I think my calmness made it all worse because I laughed at how ridiculous he was acting, to which point he kicked our kitchen island, a glass smashed, he broke the stall, refused to eat his home made pie which I’d made as soon as I walked in the door and went more nuts because I laughed. I hate him.
got children asking him to calm down and I am none the wiser.