I am writing this to remind my future self that my loving dp is a really nasty individual when the wrong mix of relatives and beer is involved, and a stay at ours.
For some reason I am now evil, and shall be looked at and talked to like a piece of shit.
This is me, reminding all of us that No, HE WON'T STOP..HE WONT CHANGE.
And that is why I am hiding at the bottom of my garden. Don't worry, I feel physically safe but mainly just embarrassed. He always does it in front of the mil, she is where he learnt a lot of emotional stuff.
Better go, but I'm not lazy, or a cunt. X