After some other chit chat stuff, he talked about mortgage payments. I pay about 40% and he 60%. He wants it to be 50%-50%. I would like that to be the case, if only to FINALLY get him OFF MY BACK, but my finances have been wobbly the last few months. He started up about - when I was going to pay my full amount?
I told him it was NOT a good time to talk about stuff like that, I didn't have any figures at my finger tips, it was NOT a good moment for me as I had other precoccupations on the brain, but he hammered away at it, brought up some of the alien speak - I am avoidant, I always get to make all the decisions etc etc etc. THE RICH F****ing irony of that!!!
I slightly lost it at that point. Had a bit of a rant, then told him it was NOT, repeat NOT a good time to talk about stuff like that. I pointed out how avoidant he was when it came to things like pinning himself down to dates when he would have D (he claimed he NEVER said he wanted her for the whole Easter break ) just part of it. Talk about backtracking and lies!! I sometimes think we should restrict ourselves to emails only, so that I have written/printed proof of everything that passes between us. Back to the bad old days of being adversaries.
This all came up because his bank rang here and asked him to get in touch. I very kindly took down the message and number and told him about it by email. I did manage to ask him WHEN WHEN WHEN he was going to tell his bank that he doesn't live here any more? For nearly two years now. I didn't get an answer to that.
When *I* have money problems, I have not ONCE gone to H to tell him about them, I have just worried to myself, tried to figure out stuff by myself. But he dumps all his stuff on me, EVERY TIME.
He refers to paying ME money, like it has nothing to do with his daughter, who lives here and is taken care of my me virtually 95% of the time, even on HIS visits here, when I cook and clean and all the rest, for them both.
The last visit, he had the nerve to go to my cupboard, look at the bottles of wine and one of another aperitif - all quite modestly priced items, and tell me I could always get in some nice whisky for him. The expensive stuff, which I don't even drink. How bl***y cheeky is that?
This man doesn't look at ALL like he is moving closer to me. He just needs a place to stay in town, a comfy berth once in a while. Someone to listen to when HE needs it.
Boy am I angry.
Livnlearn
"The unexamined life is not worth living" - Socrates
