I am hoping that i will shake some of this anger off in time, but when i see him, all i can think is "fuck off you slefish twat".
Obviously a long behind the scenes story spanning decades, but the thing that has bought it to the surface is the death of my lovely mil 3 months ago.
I cant stomach the man. 
He is round now, something wrong with his car, dh i looking at it for him.
Little ds just came in and made fil a brew as i wasnt going to make him one. (No one knows that btw, i just look busy and dont offer)
Im a grumpy old bag today.