God. He’s been back in the house for just over an hour and already I want to cry.
He’s nagged DS2 over how he eats his dinner. Apparently it’s not acceptable to slurp noodles, you have to cut them up into bite sized pieces.
And now he’s instigated a fight with me over DS2’s bedtime (all the while doing his signature nice of pretending that he isn’t a fucking controlling arsehole and that actually I’m the one being awful to him). He genuinely seems to think that he has any right whatsoever to decide on issues like what time I make DS2 go to bed when he’s with me.
He refuses to accept that he doesn’t get to control the minutiae of my day to day life on the basis that we have to make ‘joint parenting decisions’ (by which he means, he’ll decree and I’ll do as I’m told). I pointed out that joint parenting decisions are for big things (like choosing which school he attends) not about whether he goes to bed at 8.30, 8.45 or 9pm.
And the most irritating thing about it is that his 8.30 decree is totally unworkable. DS2 doesn’t even get in from swimming til around about 8.30 3 nights a week. He cannot go to bed 5 minutes before he actually gets in the house!!
Actually that might be the second most annoying thing. The worst might be that for years ex has been insisting on DS2’s bedtime but that only really applies to me. What happens is that I am dismissed at ‘bedtime’ but ex spends 15 minutes chatting to DS2 after that.
I really, really hate my ex. I particularly hate being lectured about DS2’s wellbeing by a man who buys wheat-based cereal after agreeing to a GF kitchen due to his son’s coeliac disease.
And I hate him trying to manipulate the situation to imply that I am controlling and abusive and awful. I’m partly convinced that the bedtimes issue only matters to him because a later bedtime might interfere with ex’s social life.