5 September 2017

Well I scrapped the car for him, a measly £25, yup I was robbed. However if he wanted it done he should really have done it four Wednesdays ago like he stated. Tension is still riding high and the back lash of my eldest (15) quoting him to get what he wants is starting to grate a touch. "I just want a social life", You don't understand, I need to spend time with my friends." and the best one "Fuck off I don't need to tell you where I've been.". Not getting easier.

I'm start work at 5am. I dutifully inform him and he assures me he'll be in. I actually hear him creeping into the house at 2am, along with Girl 1, well at least he's here.
Morning comes and I get ready and stick my head into the sitting room to make sure they haven't gone out again (it has happened before!). I'm greeted with an empty bed on the floor and him cuddled into her on the couch. I close the door and back away, yeah that empty coldness I was priding myself on is shattered. I open the door again to see if I was imagining the whole thing and to take a photograph (yup I'm a bitch!), and he gets up shouting at me. Predictably I blow a bloody gasket, shouting back that he better get that f**king slag out of my house.

I'm actually shaking with anger and emotion, I have to leave for work and walk past his car. The car is in my name so I figure a little vandalism is fine, I let down both tires on the side facing the house. Then I shakily scratch 'slag' into the passenger side door, well its her seat apparently. Such a mature response I know.Work flies in, the anger flowing gives me a boost. I get messages telling me how I'm overreacting, it was only a cuddle they didn't do anything. Sure cos that makes me feel much better about it.
Also its his car, funny its in my name and I pay all the direct debits for the thing. He actually comes into the shop where I work to enforce this ownership. He informs me that he never thought I'd stoop so low as to affect his work, and if he can't work he can't help with the bills (yeah cos that's happening?). He thought it would be alright to lie on my couch cuddling his 'friend', because of my telling him that where I was is none of his business.
Thirteen years and he all of a sudden doesn't get the sarcastic bitchy tone. I told him I can't have his 'friends' in my house and agree I'm being petty but I don't want my children anywhere near the reason we are breaking up. I also pointed out that he said he doesn't want to hurt me, but seeing that was really burying the knife.