We had another row. He left around 6.
Came back in briefly. Wouldn't take his jacket off when DD1 asked him to.
Said he'd 'Had enough of your (mine) shit' and walked back out.
Last week we had a row that went awry pretty badly.
I put some clothes out for him.
I'm sick his temper.
Of course, all the arguments are my fault. I don't listen. I talk over him. Etc. Etc.
Luckily tomorrow's my last day at work before the holidays so I'll be able to sort out childcare for hte new year.
But that's me single mum of 2 for now.
He wouldn't even talk to DD1. Of course, I'm sure that's my fault, too.