So the wanker that is my P, rolls out of bed at half one today, then an hour or so later says he is dropping up to his friend for half an hour 'don't worry I'm not going out to watch the match' says he
So I ask him can he get some milk for me before he goes as Cupboards are bare, but can make do til children are in bed then pop to Tescos. So he brings back the milk and a kitkat for me....and the cunt disappears for the day!
Not one call, text; doesnt answer his phone.
So come 11o'clock I ring his loser mate who tries to cover for the asshole so I put my sweetest reasonable partner voice on and pretend I'm just coming out to collect my car then I finally get the loser himself onto the phone and the convo starts like this:
Me: Where are you
P(for prick): In the 'white Horse'
Me: Why?
P:cos the 'Red Lion' is closed
Me: I have no food for the (4) dcs lunches tomorrow and now I will have no car to dring them to school
P:But I got you a litre of milk and a kitkat
M: ....well actually at this point I flipped and screamed at him not to bother coming home and to keep his eye on the door as I would be up collect my car keys and to make a holy show of him as he has done so many times to me.
However ,now I am terrified of him
g in pissed and falling around the place spilling his bile.
It may sound like I am overeacting but there is a back story; I have posted on here a few times over the last year about his depression,abuse of drink drugs and verbal /emotional abuse etc.
My poxy front door has no bolt and I'm afraid to go sleep :(