Kids came in with mountain of gifts. I guess if the volume is any indication of guilt he has tons. H drove them home from next door and carried the gifts in. I heard him standing in my living room. I intentionally stayed in the other room and never even looked or spoke to him. It made me mad. I guess because we are so very broke, he refuses to help in any way, yet they come in with all this stuff.
Apparently he was also showing them pics of his "great big tree" with gifts to the ceiling. Ugh. Wad. I'm very hurt and angry at the moment for so many reasons. I wish I could cram these gifts up his wazoo.
Now tomorrow I have to deal with him when we go to visitation for s. ugh.
