so.... totally useless exp called me the other day.
asks
......
wait for it
...
"can you call the local takeaway house and order me my favourite as i dont know their number or what i usually order"
me " er.... no"
he's finally started to realise perhaps choosing a gambling addiction over me was maybe not his finest moment.
is it wrong to feel so satisfied?
after yrs of his shite and emotional abuse. i am actually enjoying watching him fall to pieces slowly?
specially since he's made himself out to be "mr bloody perfect" all this time.
this is just an example of one of the many things. after yrs of making me out to be terrible mother.
other week he took dd to italy to see mil. she came home and he hadn't washed her in the whole week as "she wouldn't get in bath"
aibu to see him flounder. (i am still worst mother ever aparently)
but i am enjoying his halo slip??
this is terrible isn't it? karma will bite me on asse one day for this????