mopsytop, we had crying and refusing, too, so stopped as well. She still cannot "get" number 2 at all, although number 1s have her really agitated. She's starting AGAIN to demand nappy changes after every wee again, but there's about a fortnight till the end of school, then we're away, then back and possibly moving, then away again, so I just daren't even start!
TheOnlySeven and DrFunke, DD can now release her bladder at will (though only when she consents to sit on the potty, first thing in the morning and before a bath), but cannot "get" number 2 at all (which is stupid, because surely that should be the Most Obvious Event Ever?!
). Maybe it's more frightening than peeing?
aethel, that sounds like lots of fun. Even the YouTube story is something to dine out on, and better than YouTubing cats falling over or something equally witless... When is your concert?
Hi, NorthernChinchilla! Nice to "see" you, too! I'm glad the "little grey cells" are still in operation: are you getting any Poirot on TV these days? And did you say you were posting by phone for the first time? Have you got a new phone? How exciting!
As for you, Missus... I'm rather disturbed by the phallic imagery of the mediaeval swordplay! No need to obssess over such shapes!
Seriously, though, does it feel a bit like a craving for something like cigarettes, or whatever you've given up for Lent? Is the feeling... er... attached to him? Or is it located in you? I was a teenager when my parents split up, and I did overhear some rather angry post-coital talk, which makes me distrustful of the release of such emotions when there isn't a structure there to support them (in your case, the structure has been "condemned", and would need to be rebuilt in any case). Sorry to be a wet blanket (and for the terrible pun), but... Also, isn't frustration even the slightest bit exciting? Just some of my personal prejudices, I know, but you've made me a bit worried for you! 
How are you getting on PartTime?
Feeling any better, Chip? and mopsy?
Went to John Lewis today, and DD screeched so loudly in the lighting department that I'm surprised she didn't pop a few bulbs. She's in a phase in which she is raving mad and inconsolable for a while, then purges the venom in a whoosh then is very sweet and sorry. It probably feels like hell to be in such a rage, so no wonder she's relieved to have it over and done with.