We recently took a little holiday, just two nights, the classic family scenario. I stripped and remade my bed as he was leaving her his keys anyway. Well in fairness she had been here the past three nights anyway. The original plan was to leave quite early and stop off along the way for touristy things and lunch, that was thwarted because she didn't leave for work til 11am. So we hung about waiting, because he wasn't going to do anything until she left.
Still it was a nice enough trip, kids all managed to get along with minimal moaning and complaining, so a definite bonus. The first night he drunkenly fell asleep in the cat after calling her. I wouldn't have care but the car horn tooting every time he stuck his head on the wheel at one in the morning grated on me. I wasn't getting flung off the site without a capable driver at that time in the morning! So after rousing and dragging him into the accommodation I locked the car and tried to sleep. Nope, then the car alarm went off, repeatedly. So the poor car stayed unlocked all night. Not that I cared in the slightest.
The second night he decided he was up for some fun, yah! Faking it in shared toilet facilities. God I thought I was past all that teenage crap. The next day the whole leisurely drive was again thwarted by him working that evening, but we made it back in one piece. With him driving that night I decided to get the car unpacked before getting the kettle on. We all grabbed some bags and he almost ran in the house. In fact the front door slammed in my face, leaving me and the kids standing outside, and me with no free hands for the door.
We got in and he's shut himself in the sitting room with her, thanks for the help. Sure, I can manage! The kids helped me unpack and sort out the washing the whole while they are chortling away merrily to themselves.
Is it meant to be this anger inducing? Am I meant to feel this isolated and alone? Is this it? For the rest of my life this is all I have left?
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