So today was the beginning of me finally getting a break.
And it started off so well. But its gone sour and I really need to know if its him. Or me. I obviously think its him but is my opinion skewed?
So he comes at 7am as promised and plucks the children out my bed as promised and lets me sleep. I wake up at 9.49 am for the first time in YEARS, literally about 3-4 years, and the house is silent. BLISS.
So I got a lie in, I showered without screaming and shouting kids tugging on the shower curtain and I sat on the sofa and had a cup of tea in peace for an hour, and they came back from soft play.
I was
. Really content and happy. I was more than happy, I was WOW happy.
Except ex isnt. He is around for the rest of the afternoon and has a face like a slapped arse. He wont look at me or speak to me, Im not even give me one work answers he either ignores me or gives me a barely-there nod of the head. 
I ask him what is wrong and he says hes fine! Why?!
Hmmm
Then hes trying to sleep on the sofa and the kids are jumping on me being demanding and its clear my day off is over.
It gets to about 3pm and Im stick of the sad woe face, the silence and the mood so I ask again. I asked if he is pissed off with me having time off?
He starts saying that its me thats being moody, its me that has the problem. I laughed! Ive just had a lie in and an hour off, Im pleased! But he tries twisting it round for me being the issue.
He then starts saying he needs to go to the shop and get painkillers. I asked what hurt and he says nothing. He said its for nighttime. I asled what hurts at night and he said nothing.
he said he gets a raging temperature at night, he still isnt well.
Except he doesnt get a temperature during the day, he has no coughs and sneezes and his only symptoms is faced like a slapped arse and silence.
He went to tesco and bought a bag FULL of cold and flu remedies, really OTT.
I know what is sounds like, I finally get the break hes promised me and Im looking a gift horse in the mouth.
But for some reason he has decided to make me pay for said time off.
Im dreading tomorrow. I dont want him to come, the atmosphere is awful. Im going out in the afternoon that will help but I feel as I have to endure a punishment for it. Fucking fantastic.
For example, at dinner the kids and I were mucking around and did something naughty/funny we laughed, it made him laugh to so he quickly turned away, gained his composure and turned back with a
face.
what a fricking weirdo.
He is actually making a genuine effort to be miserable.
Why?!
Or am I being an ungrateful bitch?