So bloody cheesed off with life tonight. I'm almost seperated from P - he should move out next Friday, but apparantly he needs more money - so perhaps the Friday afterwards - but, no, he wants to move out 'gradually'.
I have got to the point today where I've wanted to throw him out the window. He's off work at the moment as he's recovering from an operation and he is getting right up my nose. I'm sick of him leaving crap around - dinner plates on the sofa arm, can's of beer on the floor, pants in the bathroom. I ranted at him about this and he promised that he would clear up after himself. That's all I wanted him to do. Has he done it? NOOOOOO!!!!!! Instead he has re-arranged the fridge and stacked everything on the door shelves - I'm surprised the bloody thing hasn't toppled over cos the rest of it is almost empty. I wish he would just stop bloody interfering with things. He's like a bossy old bag following me round and tinkering with things so they are 'just so'. Pisses me off sooooo much!
I have asked for some space of an evening, seeing as we are now seperated, but have to share a bedroom. It would be nice to have a few hours of peace before bedtime. His idea of giving me peace and quiet is to read me articles from the local newspaper. I have told him about this before. It's BORING!!!! If I wanted to read it then I would! I don't want to be read to, especially not about local news anyway.
He sat here and cried yesterday because it's so close now to us living apart. I asked him what was bothering him most, losing me or living alone. He said 'living alone'.
I'm sick of it all. I'm bloody scared too. Our DS has autism and is hard work and I'm wondering how I'll cope on my own but I'm still trying to hold on to the fact that I'm still a human being who wants to be something other than just a mum. I'm so sick of feeling guilty and responsible for everyones problems.
I feel dreadful because I'm the one who wants this relationship to end - not him. He wants to carry on with the fighting and hating. I hate the person I've become and I don't like what he's become very much either. That's fine though because it's what we're used to according to him.
He's a good man. Always worked hard for us and I know he's scared of being alone. But I'm only 30 and I feel like I'm going mouldy in this relationship (does that make sense). I just want to know how things could be without living with someone who pisses me off so much.
Blimey - I've gone on a bit...