I feel a near anxiety attack coming on--at least I think so, I've never had one. Maybe just a crying jag with some shaking hands. And not a beer or bottle of wine in the whole house. I guess some green tea will have to suffice.
S8 called him tonight, and again asked him to come see the new kitten. H told him that he couldn't, he belonged to *us*, but he'd see him in pictures. Asshat.
I told S8 later, and gently, that he needed to stop asking H to come visit us. He's like the kitten, the more you invite him, the less he's going to want to visit. I shouldn't have to say things like that to his son.
Tomorrow is the tenth anniversary of the day we met. Our *May Day* celebration. More like "Mayday! Mayday!!" this year. I never thought we'd be here.
He's breaking my heart.
IhatehimIhatehimIhatehim.
formerly known as "shelbel" Me 40, stbxh 40 DSs 9, 7 & 3 M9, T10 Stbxh is a diagnosed bipolar & an addict. The end.
