I dropped the kids off yesterday afternoon. I now enforce a zero tolerance policy towards him having seen the light many years too late.
I wear sunglasses and literally see kids through the door and place any extra bags in the hall. I then turn and go.
Yesterday he was trying to get me to talk. "We're both adults blah blah just text me if you want to talk about it".
For a moment I wavered and thought maybe I was being silly.
Nonetheless I got back in my car, locked the doors and drove off. My face was red and pounding and I nearly had to pull over half a mile on to compose myself.
I felt so shaky and drawn when I got home I had a quick lie down... And work up this morning!
I almost thought I should talk... Then remember he's the one who got a six year old to impart big news... So he's not fully understanding the "we're both grownups" himself.
Does anyone else feel utterly drained by it all?