After months of shit he's finally gone.
Some of you may remember my past threads where he would get drunk and say really nasty, hateful things to me and have me in tears most weekends.
He then promised to stop drinking in the house couldnt give it up full stop eh but stopped drinking in the house and things where ok.
Last weekend he came home with a crate of fosters and sat and drank one after the other, i was too scared to say anything about the promise he'd made so ended up just goin to bed early.
Yesterday he text me from work asking me to get him cans of fosters. I point blank refused, reminded him of his promise to me, told him i WILL NOT be spending my weekends on edge worrying wether im going to be on the recieving end of his shit. He didnt speak to me when he got in from work, not one word all night.
This morning he got up and declared he was going to the other side of the country to see his mate. Yep how great it must be to be able to get up and fuck off out like that with no consideration for your partner and kids eh?
Then he started going on about "when its my birthday im April (!) i want to be having a drink to celebrate"
It dawned on me, alcohol is more important to him than i am. Always has been, always will be. He said "you know what, i havent even got anything to say to you" as he was heading to the door. I said "your a cunt when you drink but you know what? Your a cunt when you dont fucking drink aswell"
Ive told him not to come back tomorrow. Just fucking off this morning like a single man not even discussing it with me, well thats done it for me.
Phones getting switched off, me and kids going out fpr the day, he can jog the fuck on and not come back
People are supppsed to look forward to holidays and weekends, not me, i fucking dread them. Not any fucking more.