I had high hopes that all would be well.
Took DC round to H's caravan tonight. He had changed plans of coming to my house (then I had booked a babysitter so that we could discuss things amicably elsewhere) under the pretext of having a barbeque with the children. I had forgotten about the Football and the beer that he obviously wanted to drink.
I was wary about going on my own and told him this; I mean, what would we chat about politely?
We got to the caravan and he has proud pictures of his GF's daughter all around the caravan. He has known the GF and her daughter for six weeks. The DC didn't take too much notice.
When trying to sort out his contact with the children, he couldn't work it out. He had been drinking when we got there and worked his way through four cans in the 1.5 hours we were there. He then proceeded to tell me that he wanted half the equity in our house as he needed to BUY A HOUSE FOR GF, DAUGHTER AND HIM to live in. And he couldn't do that on any less than half.
He has known GF for six weeks. It is bananas. I am at a loss, tired, and emotionally drained with his fuckwittery. He announced all of this with his cocky, uber confident smirk that he has adopted since the morning I called the Police on him.
And there's me, refusing to go for spousal maintenance because I didn't think it fair...