Ladies, I am very sorry to report that no bottoms were up last night! I did go out, despite misgivings about DS2 being poorly, but only managed one drink
before my dad's frantic phonecalls were heard. I ran home (luckily, just round the corner), DS2 screeeeeeeaming and v upset. It took me longer to get ready that I actually spent out of the house (and DS1 told me I looked wonderful, too...
I think last night either me or DS2 would be lucky if we slept more than half an hour on the trot at any time. It was the night that would not end... This morning took him to doc's, bronchialitis, he's got anti-biotics and a wee inhaler
, and now I'm missing the first performance of DS1's school nativity play because he's too poorly to go out (and too unsettled with anyone else). 
Never mind, I have a doggy-bag of the pizza I ordered but didn't eat for tonight's tea!
And then I went to the solicitor's this morning. My head's reeling, everything is happening at once!!!!! She's going to draft me a letter. But here's something weird. I texted FW to tell him about DS2. His reply? 'I know, I saw your car outside the doctor's'... And then I saw him on his car when I was on my way home, 11.45amish. Why wasn't he at work??? He's a teacher, so it's not like he can just take a day off. And why was he at the doc's???? It's possible, of course, he's simply unwell, but my mind is full of conspiracy, that he's been to the solicitor's too, is trying to get signed off with stress to prove that I'm the one ruining things, etc.
Charlotte, just read your post on the other thread, how awful. My FW 'persuaded' me into trying for a baby before we got married, since we are both older and I'd previously had fertility problems. I got pregnant within a week. I wouldn't be without DS2 of course, but I wonder if things would have been different (ie I would have ended our relationship before we married) if I hadn't been pregnant. And since then, he's talked constantly about having another - even down to discussing it with me (in front of his daughter) the day before he last assaulted me. I can see now how it was another way to control me, both in the sense that if I was pregnant I was tied to him, and also in that he felt I wanted more children so by dangling that carrot (and threatening to remove it - 'no, I don't think we should, I'd be too worried about your health with your SPD next time') he could make me toe the line more.
Nini, yes, FW would insist I kissed him goodnight, even if we'd rowed. And if it wasn't 'warm' enough I got into trouble. In fact, if at any time he felt I wasn't putting enough passion into it maybe because I didnt want to be doing it? I got a stern telling off and had to up the pretence pash-factor.
Epiiiiiic post. Sorry. Desperately trying to get it all done before DS2 wakes from his nap. Hugs to all.