Today’s been a tough day.
Split up at the beginning of lockdown ( awful) and he can’t move out till January due to finances.
He’s always been a lazy bastard ( one of the reasons I called time on it) but it’s sunk to new depths now. Won’t even wash his own plate - just leaves it and all the pans he has used on the side.
I know I should leave them but I can’t face pots in the sink when I wake up as I get up early with the kids. So I wash them before I go bed. Then the fucker will start cooking again and I’m faced with another set of pots. He is disgusting and I’m sure he is trying to wreck the house before he goes. Tv fucking blaring away when I’ve gone to bed. Empty drinks bottles and crisps just left on the floor with the couch cushions hanging off greeting me at 6am most morning. I can’t fucking stand him
His bathroom - which I’ve left is full of mould and will have to be resealed. Toilet seat nearly hanging off. Shit all inside the bowl. I actually had visions of punching him in the back of the head before when he was sprawled out on the couch.
How did you get through it with out being arrested for assault and battery?