So I posted a bit back about my ex and that he’s an arsehole, prefers beer and drugs over his family and that we had split but I was waiting until lockdown was over before turfing him out.
Anyway, I have done it. I have told him to go. Today
The final straw was that today he has gone to go meet his mate at a pub under the rouse of doing maintenance work to the crown green bowling area. He’s going to get pissed and he thinks I’m stupid. The risk to my 4 month old son he hasn’t considered and also that he’s been working all week his first thought isn’t to spend time with his son but to go out and get legless.
He was leaving and I said it would be nice to have a break and to have someone to talk to during the day. He said you’ve ignored me al day and left.
I’ve sent him a message saying don’t come back to this house I’m packing your clothes and you can fuck off.
His clothes are half packed (taking a break to settle my boy) but not sure what to do with them - leave them outside or what? He has a key to my house but the house is in my name.
I’m a mix of emotions at the minute, upset my ‘family unit’ life hasn’t worked out. Excited because I know in my heart it’s what I really want. I’ve worked out some bills and I can just about manage to afford the house by myself and also pay some debts off too. I’m sad for him that he won’t get to wake up with our son every morning anymore. But most of all I’m feeling empowered that I’ve finally had the courage to say enough is enough and to stop letting him treat me like a doormat.
I’ll be honest, I’d of let him stay for longer after the lockdown for an easy life. But I just can’t do another day. I do everything in the house, for our son, for his kids, for him and it’s never appreciated and he will always find something I haven’t done or find a way of Criticising me. No more will I have to walk on eggshells around him.
Sorry if it’s a bit jumbled, but I’ve finally done it. And I’m proud of myself.