Okay so things have been "messy" lately. Apparently everything wrong in his life is still my fault. He is such an arse hole. So apparently it's my fault he only seen the children for three hours on Christmas Day. My fault? It's my fault that he turned up an hour late? It's my fault that I told him he could keep them longer but he said he couldn't because he had to travel home? It's my fault he "had" ( he wanted to.) move so far away and make it difficult! It's my fault that he didn't see the kids on his birthday.
At times like this remember that you are the lighthouse perched on rock and he is the stormy sea lashing against it. You are solid, immovable, a beacon to those trying to find their way through the storm. No matter how hard he throws himself at you he's just hitting rocks that break up his tempest, in the end he's only hurting himself. Just picture that image whenever he storms again. You don't fight a storm with another storm, you fight it by being impenetrable and unaffected by it.
