Return of the Angry Nick

OMG - it was WW3 this morning!

Well not quite - but it could have been if I had not kept a tight reign on my temper and made myself not respond to El Shitebag on the two separate occasions that he thought it would be good to start shouting at me.

First occasion was in Gemima's bedroom. I went to get her up and ready for school but she had decided that she was not getting up let alone getting dressed and going to school!

I'm not taking any crap from a stroppy seven-year-old so I pulled the covers off, lifted her off the bed and stood her on her feet. She had a bit of a strop and refused to get dressed, so I dressed her.

She started shouting "I want Daddy!" to which I responded "Why do you want Daddy? Do you think he is going to let you do what you want? He won't, he'll tell you to get dressed too!!"

El Shitebag was eavesdropping at the bottom of the stairs and when he heard me say this, he started bellowing at me up the stairs, thinking that I had said something different. He came into the room where I was dressing Gemima and was shouting about how I should not assume that he always gives her what she wants and how I should not assume anything about what he would or would not say to her.

Good going arsehole - as if she wasn't playing one off against the other enough already - you just went ahead and gave her permission! Moron!

I refused to argue with him after he wouldn't listen to what I had actually said and just had to repeat about eight times "I am not arguing with you, talk to me later".

He then stormed out of Gemima's room as Aaron was coming out of his room and shouted at Aaron, accused him of eavesdropping and told him to get back in his room!

Poor kid hadn't done anything wrong!

The second occasion happened outside the school after Gemima had gone in to her class.

The Idiot was walking back to his car and decided to 'talk' to me about the kids going to my Mum's after school.

And get this - in his twisted little world, my paying my Mum £40 a month and her subsidising the rest to feed the kids after school each day is just designed to make him look bad and make it look like I am doing everything!

He is just pissed off because it doesn't fit with his Gold-digger theory!

When I tried to explain that it is better for them to eat at my Mum's when they finish school rather than be hungry until we get home and can cook (at about 6:30 or 7pm), he got really angry and started shouting and swearing at me in the street, at first just telling me to fuck off but when I responded by (calmly) telling him that he was being unreasonable he really lost it and I got called a few choice names into the bargain. I did tell him he was pathetic as I got into my car and before I shut the door I am pretty certain I heard "Cunt" and "Bitch" coming in my direction too.

Took a lot of willpower for me to remain calm and not chase him and punch his lights out!

Although once he had gone I realised how upset I was at being screamed at in the street and spent a while bending Keith's ear over the phone (thank you SO much Keith) until I was calm enough to drive to work.

God - can't wait til this is all over!