Apologies if this is all jumbled - my head is all over the place.
We've been together fourteen years and he rarely visits in-laws and we always go together.
As ridiculous as it all sounds, I do believe he's that stupid and blinded with lust that he's not met her yet and it has only been five weeks.
He's too stupid to lie consistently as his memory is utter shit.
I asked when he's going and he says: not yet... I'll have to work my notice.
I said that's a matter or a week or two - you could resign now whilst you're on holidays, stay on holiday and not go back.
I've told him NOT to tell son until after the pair of them have had their wee break with the in-laws.
I've deliberately kept the summer really low key and quiet to minimise upheaval.
I want him to enjoy spending time with his gran and papa, and his cousins.
His parents are going to flip. My father in law has often joked that the guarantee is up and I can't give him back.,.
I've been shopping, done the garden. I'm currently sorting the washing whilst playing love on the rocks and other pointed songs. Occasionally chuckling to myself... but not too much in case it trips into maniacal laughter.
Already arranged, my friend, my sister and my nephew are coming to stay with me next week whilst DH and DS are away. I'll go to a solicitor then.
Going forward, I'm staying out - my son has been through enough without moving house too. Plus I've worked my fucking arse off for this and they'll carry me out in a box or handcuffs. No fucking man will take away what's mine and my sons.
Worked out that he only pays sky and our mobiles. Quite happy to live without that.
More than happy to live without falling over all his latest hobby shit - he really is a massively overgrown child.
Just think! I'll pay NO MORE THAN I DO ALREADY with less on takeaways and utter fucking shit that's his latest fad:
No more: fishing chairs, electric scooters, shisha pipes, wee guns, cooking equipment that gets used once, hot tubs, man caves and bars...
Life will be good. I just need to get over this really awful bit.
I've always felt secure in his love for me. He's always worshipped me. I feel bereft that he doesn't want me anymore.
He's been trying to make me eat all day - constantly offering different meals and has made two which are in the fridge.
I can't eat. I'd choke.
Sorry so long but it's kind of like a stream of consciousness at this point.
I've bought the wee man all the treats I usually say no to when he badgers at the supermarket. Donuts, magazines, hot chocolate, marshmallows, Lego, kinder egg, crappy cereal with wee charms in it etc. The poor wee soul needs some joy before this shit storm hits.
Funny... YouTube just playing whatever on next now and it's a little time... hahaha. "You'll need a little room for a thousand beds, won't you, won't you?
The freedom that you wanted back is yours for good, I'm hope you're glad.
Sad into unsad"