I've posted on & off in various guises about DH, our problems, my plans to leave, blah blah. I am going to leave, as soon as DS is sorted with Uni - roll on Easter...
I've been pretty sure that he has been messing with my head in recent years, but tonight, it was so obvious & blatant that I actually laughed in his face.
So trivial really.
I have an electric range with a split hob-cover, â…” over the hot-plate & â…“ over the fast induction hob where the kettle sits. I never pull down the cover on the kettle bit, as it is in constant use, there is no lost heat from that side & to be honest I really like the homely look of a bright orange whistling kettle sitting on a big black range.
Yesterday, H asked why I never pulled down the cover, so I told him, as above.
This evening, after sitting down for dinner, he suddenly mentioned that the hob was all dusty & why hadn't I wiped it. I looked & noticed the kettle hob cover was down. I said I hadn't put it down, as I prefer it up & if I had put it down & seen that it was dusty (it was), I would have wiped it.
"Well I didn't put it down" - "It must have been DS (It wasn't - we asked him to be sure & he looked at me with a "now what the fuck is he up to?" look on his face).
I definitely didn't put it down - "you must have done it - amazing how you don't remember things, isn't it? Or perhaps one of the cats knocked it down" (they have been out all evening), "or perhaps a draught blew it down" (I tried to "accidentally" knock it down - it is fucking heavy & needs to be more than 30 degrees from the vertical to be at risk of falling).
I laughed at that point. I have an excellent memory for detail & I know for sure that I didn't put the bloody thing down.
This is not helping his cause, the cause being "I'm a helpless man who deserves needs a wife to look after me into my retirement & beyond"
Sigh 