NoozeHound here.

I have been summoned to the house to be in on EMNH birthday. I am totally wrong for agreeing to a friend performing a favour on hr birthday weekend.


"I'm not staying in. You are. It's not ideal but it will have to do."


There then occurs a frank, mostly one-sided, exchange of views with regard the things I have done wrong.

"What about what you've done to me?"
"Me? I've done nothing."

She shuts the door firmly behind her.


Really, EMNH, Nothing?


* * *


It dawned on me last night, away from  my more fanciful phases, that all that lay ahead with regard my relationship with EMNH:


Arguments about money.
Arguments about anything that needs doing with the house.
Arguments about childcare.
Arguments about the quality of the child care - today's topic.


She patently does not love me.
She continues to deny her other lover.


It is impossible to speculate, but I think it rational that the next ten years will be steeped in toxic bitterness dealt to me almost daily by the women I love.


I try not to feel it. 


People say, "...you need to make a clean break of it."


There's no clean breaks with kids.


I feeel Despair's heavy breath down my back, engulfing my body.



Welcome to the disappointment.