So he doesn't want to go to the BBQ. Hey, he's been at cricket all day and is going tomorrow! He can damn well go to that party and I don't care if he sits on a rock by himself all night! So the Squeeze moodles over the the sofa the kid has laid himself out on and tells him that he is going the party; we are going the movies and will grab him after.
And the kid immediately says "I'd rather go to the movies too!" Yeah kid. That he would rather go on a date with daddy and daddy's girlfriend is kind of moving into "creepyville" and it sure as hell wasn't going to happen on my watch!
And with each time the Harridan yells cha-ching and the Squeeze opens his wallet; I realise that us getting a house is just not achievable. I’ll never get a house if I stay in this relationship.
I'll admit that during my temper tantrum there was a world of yelling and door slamming. I know it doesn't help but he's not a stupid person so I figure he must be hard of hearing! And this is when the girl butts in to tell me to stop shouting and agreeing who cares re the school interviews and I snap at her (she is still getting the silent treatment) because neither of these utter morons can get it through their thick heads that I couldn’t care less if he wants to skip into the classroom holding hands with the Harridan whistling show tunes!!!!! I just don’t want to be LIED to about it and I want him to remove the leash from his neck and organise it himself!