Thank you for checking in @pointythings.
Yes, we're stuck in this together. I can hear him snoring his head off on the sofa right now - presumably he's had a skin full and passed out as usual.
He's been working for a few weeks (agency) so not been around loads. Yesterday was day one of him being here.
He knows I am trying to maintain a routine with DS, albeit not too rigid and have some rules around day time screen time. He apparently agreed with all this being a good idea. Yet by lunchtime yesterday he'd got DS on the sofa in some kind weird embrace, H asleep and DS playing a game on his phone. It was really difficult to have to break up the weird embrace to say, look we should really do such and such. H does NOT take kindly to being told what to do.
I'm having to be bad cop every night to maintain something like a reasonable bed time, which pisses me off massively, and just running through my head at 1am now is fury at the fact his fucking solicitor seems to encourage delay, delay, delay. It's nearly 6 weeks now since my sol wrote saying we'll give him all the fucking money he wants and she can't even reply to say we can go ahead with the paperwork. I'm not going to get a response this week am I?! Even though I'm sure she could easily dictate a short letter to her secretary over the phone, while in her lounge watching Netflix 😠
Oh and the blah, blah blah, I've had this week about this impacting his income. He doesn't know what he's entitled to financially because he's not got a permanent job. He's constantly asking me in a ranty sort of way, like I should know.
And he actually said "who's going to pay my bills if they stop us going out for work?"... We were eating dinner at the time, I nearly choked. I'm paying all the f**king bills, last time I checked!!! He of course means his credit card bills etc. I'd just been on the phone to my very distraught self employed friend, whose income has disappeared over night. I have lots of friends in similar positions. And then that twat comes out with that.
Oh and the mess! I've long thought that the state of our house reflects the inside of his head. There is stuff everywhere and I'm struggling to cope with it.
Sorry that was a long long rant! Think I just needed to get it out!
I am trying very hard to focus on the positives. I have a good employer who is looking after me well. I have been able to reduce my workload to better manage DS. I'm even saving a bit of money through not commuting. DS is a dream as usual and I'm enjoying our time. We have a garden and for once I can get some work done on it. The weather is delightful! Etc. But trying to focus on that positives, and trying hard not to let it affect my mood and interactions with DS, when H is so in my face, is testing!
I'm so glad you have DD home and that you are all together. Is uni DD able to continue with the uni stuff online etc? I hope so, it's good to have a focus
It's a shame third teens mum is not happy with the situation, but tough! It's a blessing that her house is not suitable really, it reduces the leverage to blame everyone else (although we both know that blame can easily be thrown about without any rationale!) One day at a time though I guess. Third teen is one less person I have to worry about being trapped in an abusive home (my heart breaks when I think how many people, children, adults, who must be in a home where there is abuse - but I know I am powerless).
Sorry it's long... Maybe I'll sleep now!