Came face-to-face with hubby yesterday at work.  As I opened the door to go to the company's coffee bar he came out.  He had a sheepish grin on his face (the look he always has when he is embarrassed) and he said hello.  I started off by saying hi without realising who it was.  Quickly changed my face to a glare but I shouldn't think he noticed (never been able to give dirty looks very well).  Seeing him didn't bother me though as I just thought what a slimeball.

It reminded me off the early days when he admitted what was going on and he had the cheek to say he hoped we could still be

This has been brewing and simmering under the surface for a while.   Last night, was one straw that broke the camel's back (there will be more, I'm sure)

I cannot even look at him anymore, let alone speak to him.  I just tolerate him because he's the father of our children.  I can't even have idle chit chat with him, it's him that does the talking, and I just smile, am polite and basically say nothing.  I cannot be in the same room as him; frankly I want to rip his face off his head. 

I'm patient, looking, observing, making mental notes of what he's doing, one day this will all come back to

I just got home to find a letter from the Home Office in accordance with the court's last order.  

We had a hearing at the end of November (which my ex didn't bother to turn to) and then another at the beginning of December.  At that hearing he was asked repeatedly what his immigration status in the UK was.  He refused to answer.  I now know why.

The letter I received today states that in early December (after the second hearing I might add) my ex-husband (the father of my son) was granted discretionary leave to remain in the United Kingdom until December 2012 for the purposes of having access