Did I tell you about the night I went out with other School mums - we had a LOT few to drink. He asked if we were going to have sex later, I was non-committal.... he even CALLED me at the pub
to ask me AGAIN!
So I weaved my way got home, and quietly snuck upstairs, posted a cheeky pissed FB update to the girls, and passed out fell asleep.
I was woken by himself demanding who this bloke was I was talking to online? I looked at the phone (still in my hand) it was my twitter timeline, just so happened updated with a twitter account at the top from an account called Lucas_North, a spoof for the actor in SPOOKS, he's pretty funny at times.
wizbit, I am feeling very mortal today, very flat, very pointless, so I'll do my best, but I know nothing really, I possess the 'gift' of black and white thinking, which although unhelpful when you have depression, is awfully useful at scything through abusive bullshit, once you have a grasp on the actual truth. Whether I am right or wrong, who knows, but I prefer to stick to fairness and when someone is telling me that I have to put up with crap because they have dangly bits and I don't, I have a problem with that. I have a reserve of 'benefit of the doubt' and sadly all of it was used up in the last 10 years.
control mechanism? I dunno, but entitlement definitely. Don't forget we are not these people's partners, we are their possessions.
You are separated right? well even if it WAS a new boyfriend commenting on your status, he has to understand that your life is none of his business anymore. You dealt with it perfectly IMHO.