To the bar

It’s a Friday evening. We’re well into our divorce. I arrived back at 10:00pm following my usual disappearing act to just get away from her in the late evening ( #fawn-response #control ) .

She’s extremely drunk. She’s abusive. She won’t leave me alone. I go to bed to get away from her ( #narcissistic-rage #vitriol ) . I hear her leave the house. Turns out she went to the local bar. She went on her own it seems. The following day I got the blame for leaving the sandwich toaster on. Not me, I’m certain of it, yet I have to endure accusations that I could have set the house on fire and how inconsiderate that is. Puke! ( #blame-shifting #gaslighting #projection ) .

She badmouthed me to everyone up there. I’ve no idea who she was talking to but she was beaming the following day, I could tell she was massively hungover but she kept the chin up and the evil smirk going all morning ( #smear-campaign #malign ) . She kept bragging abut how she had told a bunch of people who know me all about my misdeeds and how I abuse her ( #smear-campaign #projection #darvo ) .

The bullshit smear campaign has begun ( #smear-campaign #bullshitting ) .

In front of Emma of course ( #cruel ) .