Fuck you DH.
We planned these children (well the last two at least). Now you have fucked off because some tart has convinced you that you're not living your dreams.
These were your dreams. You just ignored them and then felt pushed out.
Now I am here alone having to leave my baby to cry because I just don't have enough hands. It should be one of us doing one thing, the other settling her.
By this time of night they should all be in bed, not me still dealing with all three, with packing still to do and no time alone all day.
Fuck you.
And me too for still loving you.
Bastard.