HE'S MOVED OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On Friday night things got so bad at home I took the kids and left. Luckily (in this case in any case) Mom stays about 5 mins from me. I know this not because I've timed it, but because I cannot finish a smoke between her house and mine. I've tried, even when I double clutch, it is an impossible feat.

We slept at Mom's on Friday and went back home on Saturday morning, I thought he might have sobered up by that time and aquired some much needed manners, but I was wrong. He still carried on behaving like a dickhead. (This might be due to the fact that he is one?) I made SURE that he took everything that he owned from the house.

I was shit scared, I've never quite seen him as crazy as he was the weekend. He was exceptionally unpleasant. He called me names that I'm too ashamed to post. Considering that I am who I am, this is quite an accomplishment.

Since he doesn't have access to the web, I can tell you what the final nail in the coffin was: for some reason he was convinced that I am pregnant. This is medically impossible (or as I've been advised lately: highly unlikely). So, considering that we already lost a child, what he said was, to me, deadly. "If you are pregnant and I believe you are, loose the fucking thing." Ouch!

I am not, in case you were wondering, but still, who the fuck does he think he is telling me what to do in the first place and sliding in at close second what makes him think he is God and he can decide if anything that lives in MY body (even if it were a bad cold) gets to live or die.

Friday night sucked, needless to say and Saturday morning wasn't any better, but the rest of the weekend was BLISS. Just to rebell against the norm the kids and I had breakfast serial for supper last nite. Just because we could.