My H came by Friday night to pick up D10 (he already had D13). D13 came into the house and ran upstairs to pick up some clothes whilst I helped D10 put on her shoes and jacket. H says to me "I have a package being delivered on Monday". Now, Monday is the 23 of December and I have booked a photoshoot in London for myself and the children and then are staying overnight, so I tell him no, I won't be around on Monday.
H: "You'll just have to pick it up from the post office on Tuesday (24th)." FS: "Im not sure what time we'll be back Tuesday and the post office will be heaving." H: "It's open until 6:00 - It's got [our nieces] present in it." FS: "I'm sorry. I can't guarantee I'll be able to pick it up." H: "Well, can you or can't you!! If you can't then I'll have to cancel." FS: "You'll have to cancel".
... as they walk out the door
FS: "What time are you dropping the kids off tomorrow?" H: "2 o'clock AS PLANNED' FS: "I was just asking. No need to be such a grump. Have a nice time with the girls" H: {slams car door and drives off}
And then yesterday, back to normal operations. I messaged him about what size shoe D10 takes, he dropped them off, we discussed presents for the girls, I wished him a great night, and he is back today at 1:00 to watch the girls whilst I do some last minute shopping.
So, and this is to Yail - he snaps when he doesn't get his way. He then retreats and we go back to normal. The difference now is I don't bite (other than the other day when he called me selfish and I threw him out).
D13 is back home. She is quiet, says no to offers of tea and breakfast, but is nearly talking to me again. I am trying the let her know she's loved but don't push too hard approach. It seems to be working(ish).
