Just back from DS1's nativity. He had lines (narrator), and forgot a word in his first wee bit - looked distraught, poor soul, I felt sick waiting for the next bit, I was so worried for him!
But while I was watching it, I was actually thinking about DS1's nativity last year (camel).
DS2 would have been about 2.5 weeks old. Both me and FW were meant to be going, with DS2 in his car seat. It had been agreed weeks before. I can't remember why, but there was an argument about going. He basically didn't want to go. Decided he wouldn't go. Said he'd stay home with DS2. I said no, it was fine, I'd take DS2 in case he woke up and needed feeding. He said no, I wasn't taking him. There was shouting (him), tears (me, of course), and in the end he threw his hands up and said he'd go. I think that was his plan all along, to go, but make it an issue so it seemed like he was 'saving the day' by going (because I was now a pathetic wreck and struggling to get it together so he 'had' to go).
We were very late. I cried all the way there. We were sat in front of my parents, who'd saved us a seat and were getting worried as we were so late. Just looking at my mum, who I knew knew we'd argued from my face, set me off crying again (in the front row of the nativity play). FW had a face like boiling thunder the whole way through it (DS2 unfortunately has his daddy's very piercing frown). DS2's car seat was in front of FW (his choice), we were right in front of the stage so kids were coming off it and past the car seat, FW said if any of the kids bumped into the car seat he was going to kick them - I was so worried that he actually would. They were just kids, he was so aggressive. I felt sick the whole time.
I then decided I was going to enjoy the performance and started singing along with the songs (more to try and cheer myself up than any Christmas spirit, believe me I had none last year), that pissed him off even more I think! 
I find it hard to think back on these kinds of incidents, they are as if from another life, from someone else's life.
Also, it was just me and my sister there tonight, and it surprised me to realise that I felt uncomfortable. I felt on edge, I was watching what I said. It reminded me of being with FW - I was wracking my brains for safe conversations. The things I did talk about I regretted mentioning - like my new phone that I'm sending back, she told me what I should do in a 'it's up to you but if you don't you're an idiot' kind of way. Interesting. I'm going to try and not get myself in her sole company in future.
But on the upside, I emailed my stepdaughters' mum yesterday and this evening I have a lovely, long and very understanding message back, basically saying that of course I can keep seeing them and she thinks FW is being a FW! Yaaaay! 

Hope you've all had a peaceful eve. I'm praying for an easier night, fingers crossed. 