My ex has been remarkably stable over the last year. Stone-cold sober, reliable, trust worthy and even pleasant. This is in very marked (not to mention welcome) contrast to the previous years of alcoholism.
So I turned up at her flat this evening to drop the DCs off and she's pissed as knickers :(
The DCs are in tears as I had to bring them back home but not before I got a torrent of abuse off the ex. The Fuck-Up Fairy is well and truly back.
Bugger.