Last night dp brought his 17 and 19 year old boys. Eldest immediately look over the entire living room with guitars, amplifiers and play station 3 and language such as "get out if the way you fucking ballsack" and "Jesus what a fucking nob" directed at the tv to which dp doesn't acknowledge. I stayed out of the way until 7.30pm and then went in and said I'd like to put a bit of tv on and relax. I'd been at work all week, really stressful week and I just wanted wine and my sofa. Well dp went mad, accused me of hating his kids, making them feel unwelcome, I'm selfish, out of order and nasty. He wouldn't talk to me all night and even suggested we split up if I can't "accept his kids".
Every weekend I feel unwanted and lost in my own home. I no longer look forward to weekends. Not sure I can do it any longer :-(