Had an 'interesting' interaction with H this morning.
In relation to D16's acting out, he announced that he'd found a used condom next to the rubbish bins in our driveway a few months ago.
He said it was either mine or hers, and demanded to know if it was mine.
Now, this sounds completely weird to me. And I know it's nothing to do with me, and I'd be VERY surprised if it had anything to do with my D (we do talk about this sort of stuff).
I said 'Hang on, when did you find it?'
- because it occurred to me that what he had actually seen was a small white decomposable 'poo bag' that we've used since we got the dog.
These look like thin condom-type material when they get wet, and so it pretty much fits the bill.
Anyway, H got incensed when I said this and immediately walked out and got in his car, smirking and shaking his head to himself all the while.
A little later, on a call to arrange pick-ups for the kids, he said he wanted to speak to D16 about this condom.
I said, before he did that, could there be any possibility that what he'd seen in the driveway might have been one of these bags, or a fragment thereof.
He went ballistic, saying that I am trying to 'mess with his head'. (By asking what date he's seen the condom in order to work out if it'd been mine.)
He went on to say that the condom MUST have either been mine or hers. And that I wouldn't tell him if it was mine.
He was beside himself with anger and frustration.
I suppose he thinks that I entertain men at home with the kids in the house, whilst I am almost dying with grief over the ongoing disintegration of my marriage.
And then, I toss used condoms into the rubbish bin, so as to miss it and leave them lying on the ground in the driveway!!!!!!
