of being with an abusive man.
Sounds so small but it was when ds was about 8 weeks old. I was getting everything ready for us to go out for the morning, you know how much time that takes? All the while exh was standing there with a face like thunder while I packed Moses Basket, nappies, drink, wipes etc. Didn't lift a finger to help but I was rushing around because I knew he didn't like to be kept waiting. Eventually we got out, loaded the car etc. He was driving in a really tense, angry way. I asked what was wrong and he said really coldly "I am sick of hanging around waiting for you to get sorted, you love making me wait don't you?". He said that loads that I used to make him wait on purpose and loved making a meal out of getting ds ready.
There was loads of other stuff and it got much, much worse but that was how it all started.