Yep, my H says stuff like that occasionally, although not on that kind of scale.
About two weeks after he moved out, he came in the house when I wasn't there and took a piece off my wall, which is now hanging in his apartment. Had he asked I would have given it to him, but he just took it and left my wall empty and never said a word. Later, he told D12 that I never liked the piece, that's the reason I had "put it in the corner" and that I would never notice it was missing. All untrue.
Last week for some reason D17 and H were talking about vegetables. H likes his broccoli cooked into grey mush, everyone else in the house prefers it oven roasted. Sometimes I'd use one one method, sometimes I'd use the other. H told D17 that because I didn't cook the veggies into grey mush every time that I never cared what he thought. Wow, nevermind that there are four other people who won't eat their dinner that night, it's all about how I didn't care about him. It's broccoli, for goodness sake!
The saving grace is that the kids will figure it all out on their own eventually, when they get old enough. At the end of D17's story, she added that dad was a (unkind name for a birch tree).
