Following on directly from the previous post (here), they did roll in cackling and giggling. Really glad they did because my partner's phone was out of charge and despite adding and messaging the young lady I wasn't able to make contact at all, which definitely made me very anxious. Never mind I had a long shift in front of me, with lots of smiley chat and little sleep.
Yeah it was rough going but the clock finally ticked round to leaving time. It hadn't stopped there though, I was messaged and told to be home sharpish as we were going out to lunch. I counted this as a hungover apology and thought no more of it. Ten minutes before leaving I also got a phone call asking if we had spare toothbrushes, my instant thought was that one of the kids had dropped theirs down the toilet so I explained where they were despite the fact the children should know where they were kept.
Arriving home made me wish I was still in work, the children were in various stages of almost ready and the young lady was in the shower. Lovely, just lovely. Too tired to really care I finished brushing hair and finding shoes and we toddled off for lunch, with the young lady following us in her car.
Yup we were all going out together. On the car journey, I was told my mother was babysitting tonight so we could go out for a drink. Getting better, but he was working until 11pm and it was Sunday? Apparently I was to go out with the young lady and another one of their female friends, I assumed until he finished work then he would meet up with us.
Lunch was like drawing teeth, and I was exhausted. When we got home the kids ran on ahead so I went with them to open the door, while my partner and the young lady sorted out the details for the night. In hindsight I should have stuck about, because I still knew nothing about the plans.
Roll on 7pm and my babysitter arrives, the story she was told was that I was going out with the girls and he was collecting us after work to drive us home. Why would I want to spend the night with drunken children instead of sleeping, was beyond me. But dutiful girl I am, I slapped on some war paint and decent clothes and waited.
My partner popped in at 7pm and asked where we were going, apparently my blank expression wasn't what he was looking for. Heck I don't even have the girls phone number! I should really have phoned someone I actually knew and went out any way but that's hindsight for you. He called his female friends and found out they wouldn't be ready til 9pm so decided I should go into his work with him and meet the rest of the young children he works with.
This lasted until half ten, when I excused myself to go to the pub, might as well have a drink on my big night out. Just at closing time he appears and decides we should go to a later opening pub, where he orders soft drinks for himself. The young lady calls him, he answers outside because the signal is notoriously rubbish in all the local drinking establishments. When he re-enters he has told her he just wants a quiet night in to spend some time with me.
We drive home, I say goodbye to my mother, and he sits and messages on his phone. Then he decides he's going to go up to the girls house. I make a vaguely bitchy comment about thanks for the night out and you spending time with me. But he goes any way. I'm past the stage of waiting up for more humiliation so I pop off to bed.
I'm woken up at 4am, by the prospect of intimate relations, and when that doesn't seem to go anywhere, I'm yelled at because our oldest is still awake. What the feck! I don't care, I am far too exhausted! Why is he shouting at me and not him?! My partner absents himself from the room, and while contemplating my failures as a parent and a partner and how little I care about my current situation, I fall into a welcome coma.
The next day I actually realise the toothbrush which now belongs to the young lady is residing in my bathroom. Perhaps just me, but is it not a touch suspicious that the girl my partner is spending most nights drinking and 'having a laugh' with, is keeping a spare toothbrush in my house. Talk about making yourself comfortable! Jesus at least wait until I've been moved out.
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