For god sakes. I have spent the better part of EVERY day saying, that crazy B does NOT come to my house. They have another fight, and he buckles, she says coming here to drop off daughter and to talk to me.

Me: over my dead body. YOU slept with her, I did not. She is NOT allowed in this house. I don't give &^%$ what she has to say, I"m simply not interested.

Even after having numerous coherent convos with him about the fear I have for my own safety and that of my critters, he completely forgets EVERYTHING we talked about

I NEED OUT OF HERE before I squeeze the air out of both of them.

Abbey

T:22, M:20
H:55 Me:45
H-OW PA: N/07
OW Jan08
Bomb:Feb/08
S: Apr/08
Back together Ap1/09-Sept/11
Oct, 2011, uncertain future/H is a mess.
Dec/11 - Doin'friend mode. Some days are better than others.