In short; and the Jewel on the crown is that Harridan is dropping kid 3 off 2.5 hours after the lunch expected time frame/invite and sending bursts of text to the Squeeze to say this is what happens when he doesn't organise via her. So glad she had the good sense not to cross the threshold... Although that level of sheer audacity wouldn't have surprised me.
In reply to her abuse via text, I got fed up and replied "you need help". Short. Sharp. Accurate. To the point.
She replied that she was checking in to a 'facility' come end of January. Frankly, I don't believe it but it obviously tugged at the Moodle's heart strings who then began an argument with me that I dared to send a reply from his phone - of course I made sure she knew it was from me so I'm not sure what all the fuss was about other than the fact that I called an kettle a kettle.
But once again, I'm the bad guy. When does this idiot grow some testicles and just tell her that her reality will no longer played to? Longer than I have to wait I suspect... Why does she wreck everything; why does she dictate all meetings. Why does her let her..?
Aren't I the one who just had his whole family to lunch - served at 3 pm due to her ridiculous games of "I don't know what's going on.... We are at Rye..." Of course we don't want to deal with her; she is a raving nut job and we don't wan't to deal with it... seriously!
I am so sick of being the bad guy... This woman could set him on fire and I'd be berated because I raised the fire extinguisher and put it out; because she was going to stifle the flames... I'd ruined it all.
Over it. Fed up with it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The idiot I live with can live an emasculated life without any joy - but with a shit load of "do this!!! NOW!!!!!" And I seriously won't care. His problem. But all "lunches/days/parties/organisation" is off from this side of the planet!