Weird Weekend

Well this weekend has turned out to be both good, bad and downright frustrating!

The Good Stuff...

Went to Keith's on Saturday! That's always good. Took Aaron with me - he didn't want to stay here with Nick. We spent most of the time at the hospital visiting Sophie, which was probably a little weird all round seeing as it was the first time we've met and she was in bed in her PJs and in what looked to be quite considerable discomfort. But it was good to finally meet her.

Sam was quite talkative this weekend - which was nice. It was really good to spend time with Keith and his kids - they are great kids. Sam and Aaron seem to get on pretty well too, which is a bonus and makes life easier all round.

Stayed over on Keith's sofa bed - Sam and Aaron made dinner! Yay! Sam's homemade burgers - really nice! Pleasant surprise! Watched Pick Of Destiny on DVD - Tenacious D Rocks!

All in all, that part of the weekend was pretty good!


The Frustrating Stuff...

OK - this is not in the order listed above but what the hell!

Nick, the idiot I married and am divorcing, decided to put himself in hospital! What a tosser! Now that might sound unsympathetic, but believe me the arsehole deserves a kick up the backside and not sympathy!

Not content with just being pissed off about Aaron and I going to Keith's this weekend to see Sophie in hospital (despite telling me he doesn't care what I do and that I have never had my freedom restricted! Eh?!), Nick thought it would be a really good idea to take Gemima, my 6 year old, out to some function that next door were having. He went out with her at 2:30pm and returned to the house at 11:30pm. Gemima, quite naturally was very tired, it being four hours past her normal bedtime and so far removed from her normal routine. To top that, Nick had decided it would be a good idea to drink beer - which he is not able to drink due to his medication and the fact that when he drinks it, his bladder stops working and he can't pee. He knows this. It has happened before. But no - he is an arse and thought it would be a great idea to get pissed on beer when he was supposed to be responsible for Gemima.

To cap it all, after having brought her home, moaned at her for being overtired and stroppy, then shouted at Jade (my 18-year-old) for trying to settle her down, he buggered off back to the party for another hour and a half coming back at 1:30am, drunk and unable to pee and in considerable pain. Jade had to tell him how to call an amulance because he had gotten himself in such a state that he couldn't remember the number!!!!!!! After telling Jade to fuck off and accusing her of not caring, he then called the ambulance and buggered off to hospital forgetting to tell Jade he was going and making the assumption that she would look after Gemima.

I got a phone call from Jade at 2am very upset and worried about being on her own in the house with Gemima. I had to phone my mum, tell her what was going on and then arrange for a friend to pick Jade and Gemima up and take them to my Mum's.

Nick is currently sitting in hospital still with an apparently permanently damaged bladder from having retained a full litre of fluid MORE than the bladder is supposed to contain. Which is pretty much the amount of beer that he drank. He claims it is down to his IBS (which he has never been diagnosed with).

Probably just as well he is still there. Everyone is majorly pissed off with him for being such an irresponsible bastard


... and The Bad Stuff

Apparently Nick has seen fit to be talking about me in front of Jade and Gemima and saying what golddigger I am! What a shite. The fact that I pay for half of everything is irrelevant then - I am just after his money and his house which happens to be both of ours and for which I pay half the mortgage.

Majorly fucked off now! So much for keeping things amicable. The gloves are well and truly off.