Living in this house with that asshole in the guest bedroom is miserable. Seriously...this sucks. I dread either coming home, or him coming home. And DD is just being so...weird about it all...making plans as to which parent gets to tuck her in first each night...being weirdly manic about going to play with first one friend then another...And I think WH is trying to convince DD that shared custody would be ideal for her, so that he can get what he wants (ie no CS), seeing as how DD mentioned to me the other day that she THOUGHT she would spend a week with me and then a week with WH...Also, that jackass is using her to try to get info out of me (DD asked me who her pediatrician was last night...seriously? WTF? That was not a question that DD came up with on her own).
Ugh...Christmas is going to SUCK here. I'm having such a hard time trying to get into the spirit for DD. This is like a special form of torture...no one should have to live with the butthead that is ruining their life. No one.