Yesterday I took my son to the seaside. Nothing wrong in that, is there?
Wrong. As a result of heavy traffic on the M25, I got him home at 8.45. His bedtime is 8.30. My ex-wife did the whole drama thing of slowly looking at her watch, slowly removing the earpieces of the CD player she was listening to, then asked "And what time do you call this?"
"8.45", I replied. Admittedly, my son was bathed and ready for bed, bar his teeth. I'd brought him back in his pyjamas as his clothes needed a brush off and wash after the beach.
Abuse came next, and was followed by a phone call at 11.30 at night, saying that my flatmate was obviously my girlfriend, as she had come to the seaside as well and that I'd be hearing from her solicitor tomorrow.
I had recently had to reduced the amount I paid into her current account by £400, but that seemed reasonable as she was now getting over £400 in Child Tax Credits and I now had bills to pay. I think that upset her. I'd cancelled the mediation session as (1) I'd been advised I couldn't get a clean break whilst she was unemployed and (2) she had done nothing towards completing the financial disclosure forms. That cancelled session cost me £50.
And then there was the rant about how nobody respects her and everyone treats her like s*** and a scivvy etc etc.
Bitter, twisted, psycho.