Stbx has just smashed his phone up.
He was downstairs drinking and he’s been off work the past few days pulling a sickie. While I was in bed awake after giving DD a feed, I texted him to ask if he’ll be going back to work tomorrow, and he lost it. Came upstairs and put his bent up phone on the bedside table, and went back downstairs. I regret saying anything now.
I mean, how reckless can you be? He needs his phone! He’s got no insurance on it so he has no way of getting another one quickly. His temper is part of the reason I cannot cope with him anymore 