I slapped him across the face. I’m disgusted with myself and am going to make some plans to leave the house as soon as he’s in bed.
All day he’s been … destroying things I guess. He found a sharp stick and scraped the car; he took a paintbrush and ran upstairs with it getting paint all over the stairs, he poured a drink all over the floor, he grabbed a carbon monoxide detector and was grabbing it to make it beep.
I just gave him a shower and turned round and he was squeezing out my shower gel which was a gift everywhere … he’s been told not to do it so many times before. I lost it. It just felt like such a fuck you.
Like I say … I’m hoping to arrange to go. I don’t know what to do about anything. I’ve just lost it.