my daughter's father was in rare form tonight. the argument culminated with him saying "lose weight!? YOU lose weight!? where!? you're as fat as ever!"
needless to say, that's pretty much killed anything that might've been repaired between us and the really sad thing is i don't actually care what he has to say or what he thinks. were he to drop at my feet, i'd step over him on the way to the kettle for a nice hot cup of tea before i called 911.
assuming i could i find his phone (as *if* i'd call on MY dime!).
what it boils down to is, he expects me to do 100% of the housework; 100% of the parenting; 100% of the laundry; prepare family meals; AND pay half of all the bills (such as the mortgage on HIS house, the insurance on HIS car, the hydro - two baths a week is "excessive" but he's okay to shower twice a day). oh - and i'm to just keep on paying 100% of the internet even though he's streaming indian movies 4-5hrs a day.
about cooking: it's apparently perfectly acceptable for him to not let me know when he'll be home and, assuming i timed it right and food was ready when he got home, it's absolutely fine for him to lift the lid, peer into it as though i forgot to kill whatever's in there, and say "no.... no, i don't feel to eat that. i'll just go down the road and get something". he's "particular", you see, when it comes to food - he can't eat "just any old slop".
personally, i'm thinking i can do better than $800 a month for what boils down to a room in the basement - not even a full apartment.
and now i'm going to bed.
good night everybody.