He had a medical specialist appointment and XH wanted to come. Actually when he heard that S14 was going, he emailed that he wanted to take him himself and would pay for the consult (!!!!!!!).
I simply replied that he was welcome to come with us.
Bad idea.
He acted like a weirdo. Right off the bat, he scribbled out my phone number from the patient information form and put his own on it as the contact person for S14.
He spoke precisely 3 words to S14 the whole time (30 mins waiting and 20 mins consult).
He blurted out to me in the waiting room "When can I pick up the car to get a quote for repairs?"
And this was his only topic of conversation throughout.
Me saying "Don't want to talk about it here" and him persisting. I eventually told him that we needed to pay S14's outstanding school fees of - wait for it - $17,500 before he incurred more debt.
But XH just went right on saying I had to let him take the car to get a quote.
To add insult to injury, he was parading around in a brand new extremely expensive Italian suit - I suspect a Brioni (for those in the know about such matters), as he'd dropped the name into conversation a couple of times in the last week .
I felt like vomitting.
No food or expenses for the kids, but thousands of dollars on a new suit for himself.
Have to keep reminding myself that he really has lost touch with reality. That this HAS to be what is wrong with him. It's just all too much to deal with any other way.
S14 was visibly withdrawn and upset by his father's strange behaviour.
Everyone would have been better off if he had not come along.
I am really at the stage of wanting someone else to confirm that XH is behaving certifiably. Or criminally. I feel like I'm trapped in some sort of insane back-to-front-world. If only someone else could see how he is behaving.
I'm so tired of it being just me who has to fight him, day after day.
I no longer answer my home phone when it rings in case it's him. And I'm too scared to look at my email after about 5pm in case there's another threatening demand that keeps me worrying and awake all night.
This is not just a marathon, it's like a war of attrition. Or maybe a siege.
I don't think it's enough to simply try to 'detach' - it's more that i'm downright worn out by the need to protect us from his strange actions. I don't feel love for him any more. I definitely don't want him back.
