The bastard came in from work this morning and kicked off about where the washing was left hanging. He called me all the usual names like slag and dirty etc, then phoned my parents house and told them to come and get their fucking daughter because I'm lazy. My dad moaned about some clothes I've left at theirs. I'm not lazy, by the way, I also go uni full time. Now he's playing games with the kids and apologising like it's nothing. I hate him. Am calling Womenaid later. Rant over.