Oh dear me the crap hit the fan last night, thought it was going too good. anyhows ex picked son up to go to the bar to collect glasses, please bear in mind that son is very shy with the public and wont push himself to talk to people he doesnt know etc, once he knows people you cant shut him up, but he is the reserved kind. Off he went all done up to give it his best shot, one hour later ex phones me and tells me son is on his way home again because they had had a bust up, son had stormed out the pub, punched a waste bin on his way and now was heading down a long dark road to come home, ex was jumping in the car to go after him, whilst on the phone snitching to me at the same time, just like he wanted to tell mummy first what was happening. anyhows he managed to get a very angry son in the car after I openly heard him call son a f*********g idiot, he dropped son here and phoned me to go out for his keys. I explained to ex that I didnt think son would of been able to do it as it is a daunting task dealing with jo public for the first time, and especially in a packed pub, the reason ex said it had happened was due to the fact that there were glasses to be collected and told son to go get them, to this son just glared at him, and I know for a fact what ex is like when hes giving orders out and I also know how this would rub son up the wrong way, anyway it happened and son had a tantrum in front of ex's new drinking freinds and a packed pub
