The kitchen units are finally all done. Phew. My brother and SIL came round, and my brother, bless him, did most of it, even going back to his house to collect a few brackets that were missing. They were here for hours. Neither of them mind giving up their time, they are a lovely couple.
Before they arrived, I texted the ex to say I was going to put the house on the market. Reply was "pardon". So to elaborate I kindly said "decided to move"". Reply have I told the "boys"boys when he suits, adults when he suits of "my decision, or is it unilateral" erm, isn't that the same thing? But I just replied "ironic mr cocklodger" which I thought was quite amusing. But he didn't. Anyway, then cue a number of hours until I read his next text which says "actions have consequences". Well that's fucking obvious, Eiinstein. Then I got accused of bad mouthing him to my sons and my family. I replied that I had no wish to discuss him with anybody because I had moved on, and that my living arrangements with my sons were none of his business, and that he did not tell me where to live. And that he was arrogant to think he could dictate my life, how ridiculous. I got in the ridiculous word as it's one he often uses. I then told him to go back to his partner, because maybe she likes his particular brand of charm. I later followed it up with a few texts stating the facts as regards his lack of contact with his sons,, this following on from something he had texted DS2 this afternoon. Basically, he is blaming me for his poor relationship with his sons. My final text stated that he will do and say as he will but none of it takes away from the fact that he has sporadic contact with them, which was a situation of his own making, as I had predicted in one of the "foul" texts sent months ago pointing out the reality he didn't want to hear.
Good God he really is an arrogant little shit. The tone of his texts, barking at me. I got a taste of the new him last time he was round. This arrogance and barking at people like they were something on the bottom of his shoe is his default mode now, it would appear. Well, enjoy, OW, because I can't think of anything worse.
Back to brighter matters, I discussed the moving thing with my brother and SIL. The place I'm interested in is the place they too are interested in. I would if possible, like to stay close to them, as they are my nearest relatives, no parents now. My other brother and SIL live 75 mins away.
I've invited both of them to come over for a meal in the kitchen, which my brother officially finished, by insisting on fitting the door handles, rather than leaving to me. I may cook, as I'm getting a dab hand at this now, much to SIL's amazement and amusement. Both of my brothers do the cooking, so all of us females are out of practice. Well,apart from me! So hereby a new tradition starts in my family. The brothers and sister cook, the spouses don't. A small price to pay for ridding myself of an entitled arrogant rude little twunt.
Thank you 1 for offering to come over if you knew anything. Quite honestly, a box of tissues and a hug would have been enough, bless you, and thanks once.
Well the biggest symbol of his desertion has now been transformed and fitted. The rest of the bits I can do myself, I think, but it's certainly no big deal. I'm glad my brother was the one to finish the kitchen. It was fitting for his support for me and the kids, it's reinforced my view that family is the most important thing, and he reclaimed the kitchen from the twunt, and handed it firmly over to me and my sons.
Sorry this is so long, but this is also my diary of survival and moving on, and this is a big thing. He walked out following an argument over the kitchen. And now he's gone, and it's all different, fresh and better.
The kitchen has also proved to be a source of arguments between me and DS2, as inevitably I bring up his dad. Nothing else seems to invoke that in me. So life should be easier here. Things are a bit smoother now, but I think a night's sleep will blow it away for DS2