Things are moving quick on the thread so hope I catch everyone.
Forsale Did you ring Women's Aid? That incident sounds really scary, what is it about holidays that bring out the worst in these men? Hope your bronchitis clears up soon and the kids feel better too!
Bertie, sorry to hear you're still poorly. Sending lots of get well soon
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Leclerc Hope your DS is better soon too! DD has HF&M last year and its grim. I think this might be one of those occasions when talking to the FW might be a good idea r.e. the poo incident, but a lot of thought probably needs to go into how to phrase it. So
for the little guy.
Maggie Not very experienced with estate agents I'm afraid but they sound shit. Don't let it grind you down, there is somewhere perfect for you out there I'm sure!
As for me...a text row with NSDH earlier. I filled the car up with petrol on Thursday as the red light came on. He took the car to see his folks yesterday. Got in the car with DD this morning and the red light was on AGAIN. FFS. So I sent him an angry text (I know, I know...), which sparked a row. He said he'd spent £50 catching a train to go see my family a few weeks back (his idea not mine), so I called him a tightwad. He had a go at me for sending 'inflammatory' texts, so my response was that if the roles were reversed he would of course be happy for this to have happened to him (sarcasm alert). He then texted back changing the subject, so I've ignored him now. Not even a fucking apology.
It's only a small thing but such a symptom of our relationship. We keep our money separate so it is a big deal. The annoying thing isn't so much that he probably forgot to fill the car up (and this isnt the first time he's done this), it's that he.simply.doesn't.CARE. There are no thoughts on how to make my life easier anywhere. I'm nothing more than a servant.
I rang the Relate counsellor to tell her we wouldn't be coming today or any more (as he has no intention of ever going back). Apparently he'd already rung this morning. See, when it suits him, he'll do something. When it suits me, its the absolute fucking opposite.
Cuppa needed, I think. 