Dreaming Tom wants me to wash the sofa; I say no. I am tired of doing it. I know he wants it done for his family coming to visit, but I won’t do it. We argue, but then Tom asks for a kiss. I say no.
Tag: Tom’s Family
Investment
I’ve started seeing a psychotherapist. I can’t afford to, but I can’t afford not to. I’m seeing it as an investment in mine and my children’s future. I feel as though I’m going mad. Am I ill? Have I gone insane? Is this all my fault? I need to know. I need someone to give…
Thunder
Christmas Day didn’t quite go the way I hoped, unfortunately. The children woke and opened their presents while Tom sat with a face like thunder, watching them. He spent the rest of the day complaining about what I’d bought for the children, saying they should have only had one small present each, and that the…
Holiday
We’ve just returned from a visit to Tom’s family, and I hated every minute of it.
Trip
Just one month after his last excursion, Tom left for a ten-day skiing holiday this morning. Joining him are his brother, sister-in-law, niece and nephews; uncles, aunts, and cousins. His family. We, his partner, daughter, and step-children, weren’t invited. Again.