draft email in my inbox as a way of cataloguing the night's events. Because DP always turns things around/lies to make the narrative suit his agenda/version.
'I hate the sound of your horrible patronising know it all voice.
I hate how you talk to me. Criticising and sniping and undermining to try to to make yourself feel superior. I had changed the baby's last 3-4 nappies and held him/entertained him/fed him (as is natural and not at all an inconvenience) for well over an hour while you sat on the floor drinking whiskey and posting on FB on your phone and coughing and spluttering like you had fucking consumption.
When I handed the baby to you after the last nappy change you had a go at me for not buttoning his babygrow. Do up his babygrow yourself? Yes, have a go you lazy fucking hemorrhoid.
I don't fancy you. I'd happily never have sex with you again. I don't miss it (Oh I miss sex, just not sex with you).
Oh and the hat you bought to cover your bald head makes you look like that annoying bell-end from The Gadget Show. Minus the charisma. A walking mid life crisis.
I want you to move out. The only thing stopping me is being a SAHM and worrying I'll be fucked financially. I know I'd be a brilliant single parent. '
Not good is it? To say the least
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