It's not a good day. I've been feeling completely overwhelmed with emotion and wanting to hide in bed but unable to because of the DCs. Read an article about a woman who committed suicide whilst diagnosed with pnd and my thought was "lucky her".
I threw all the stuff out, clothes, cheap jewellery, that bloody awful picture, a sandwich box, a travel cup, photos, the old marry me note. I kept a couple of pairs of the shoes cos they are really nice.
I know he is a total prick. I know I'm upset about the stupid fairy tale that never happened. I bet he's been laughing behind my back for months. And of course like being hit by a thunderbolt, I realised that the time he decided it realy was finally over and didn't love me (although still happy to sleep with me), was when I said I was cancelling the holiday I had put a deposit on as I wasn't going to be treated like an idiot.
So he was hanging around, treating me like utter shit, basically because I was buying loads of stuff. Wanker.
I am angry just writing this down.
I'm so sad for my baby Acrobat. Twunt is a completely shit father who makes out like he's the worlds best because he spoils his elder sons, does what they want all the time, encourages them to be loud and rude and demanding and is raising them to have zero respect for women. I so hope my Acrobat doesn't end up like that. He is the most beautiful, precious, loving, happy little baby. I don't want him poisoned by Twunt and his half brothers.
It worries me so much it physically hurts. I want to not be feeling like this. I ache.