Not that he ever takes a day off from making my life miserable but today I’ve just come home after viewing a house (we are divorcing after I discovered he’d been having an affair with a work colleague who is many years my junior and he now lives with her and her little boy) and he had promised to let our dog out and feed the cats and clean their litter trays at lunchtime. I’ve been out all day, thinking the pets were going to be looked after, but he’s not been near the house at all and my dog has, understandably, made a mess on the kitchen floor and the cats practically bit my hand off when I fed them.
Him being cruel to our animals to punish me for “crimes” he imagined I’d committed is one of the reasons I’m glad I no longer have to spend much time with the selfish oaf. My friend who normally helps me, and whom I help too, is in hospital or I’d never have asked Mr Childish Arsehole to help but they are his pets too so I’m not sure what pleasure he gets out of neglecting them. Not too much harm done I guess but the dog looked worried when I came home because she knows she’s not supposed to wee on the floor and I felt bad for her.
If I ever feel upset that the marriage broke down I am keeping a journal to remind me that I’m better off alone.