7 October 2017

Following the holiday, a sort of routine is in place. Every night I'm assured she isn't stopping and every night she does, I offer tea and food (so very British!). Heck Girl 2 even came round and the four of use had a decent drink together. Interesting Girl 2 isn't my type of person (too selfish and drama filled), Girl 1 agrees. He did agree, however recent flirting's appear to have swayed his mind and he sneaks her cigarettes and gives her lifts. Obviously blaming her for it all. Been there mate, I know the script even if your girlfriend hasn't sussed it yet.

5 October 2017

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.

2 October 2017

The next morning I'm woken up at 8am with a him standing soaking wet at the bottom of my bed, confused, angry and probably still drunk, almost crying that I'd left him. To tired to really care I went with the classic response of yup, you knew that last night. Apparently the drunk events that followed were my fault for leaving, yeah mate. I'm not your minder any more.
He got blind drunk as usual and wandered.

6 September 2017

A couple of days after the last fiasco, I decide I need to be the better person. I still want him back, I want it to all go back to the way it was. I feel like I need him, I am so alone and I crave human contact. A simple hug right now would undo me.
I ask if he wants the car transferred into his name along with all the associated bills, predictable he says no because he can't afford it. He also helpfully tells me that if even if we do this I'd still have to pay the remainder of the years insurance, so I'd be paying two lots (Yeah right! I wouldn't be paying for the lot in your name!). I ignore the easy bitchy replies to that one, tougher than you would think! I also decide to offer him the chance to stay out a couple of nights when I'm not working, to try and normalise the household for the children(and me!).

4 September 2017

I put up with it all, and spent Monday moving furniture around do that he has his chest of drawers in the living room. Apparently I was meant to get angry, slap him or shout at him, anything to justify his behaviour. The way I see it is; This is my coping mechanism, if he wants to stay here as room mates then that's fine. He has friends (as he often points out!) so he can still entertain, and I don't have to put up with them. And I have my own space to hide from them and his shite.
 He actually seems miffed that I'm dealing with it so coldly, what does he expect a pat on the f**king back. Our conversations are limited to the children's needs, I ask him if he has plans (so I can go and get wrecked somewhere and make bad mistakes), guess what he's working, he has a 21st at work he has to go to. 'Always there' seems to mean little.

1 August 2017

To re kindle the energy sadly lacking in our lives we arranged for a friend to babysit the kids while we went out gallivanting and enjoyed adult entertainment. All dolled up, and it turns out trains are subject to cancellation, concerned about getting back for the babysitter I decided to nix the evenings plans.
Instead I suggested a nice meal and then maybe some outdoor adult fun. His very next sentence was that the young lady he knew from work was at a loose end tonight as well. Before I could pick my jaw off the floor he was on the phone to her. I offered him me, on a platter, and his very first thought was, I know I'll phone a 21 year old girl. Gee thanks a bunch for the confidence boost.

2 July 2017

Directly following on from the festival tension was clear, not helped in the slightest by a random police stop that told us we had weeks to fix our shed of a car. Needless to say we were quite snippy with each other. However the joy of our relationship has always been our ability to sweep everything under the carpet and never speak of it again.
So by Thursday we were capable of talking like normal people. The day was marred slightly by him pointing out that I was getting fat, quite pointedly, a bit harsher than the usual light-hearted joking, but I let it go. What can you really say when confronted with the truth.

1 July 2017

My partner and myself attended a festival as a kind of working holiday. This is my third year attending and his second, it was original to be my thing a space for me to be myself and relax, but apparently I made it sound too much fun for my partner to miss out on. This year a member of his family also came to work with us.