So H calls-first says he's not coming home for Christmas as he has to be to work Friday morning. This was at 4:00 pm christmas Eve. And he's mad-HIS GIRLS will miss Christmas. I said they could still come. Then he wanted me to go get his mother in the morning-1/2 hr. there, 1/2 hr. back, so with loading time, it would take me 1 1/2 hrs. On Christmas morning. With my son here, my sister coming, all this food to cook!

I told him no. SD17 can go get her grandmother. Then he asked what my son is doing-HE WANTED MY SON TO GO GET HIS MOTHER SO SD17-HER OWN GRANDDAUGHTER, WOULDN'T HAVE TO! Thank God my son is spending the nite at his fathers and won't be here to do H's bidding.

So I got to listen to 45 minutes of him bitching me out, whining, crying about his job (he had this job for the last 2 years-I wasn't even in the picture).

Wish he wasn't coming. As usual, he was playing drama king and is on his way.

He says next Christmas and Thanksgiving will be different-we'll all go to a cabin near where he works (we meaning the leeches and I). Right. Like I'm going to go away with him and his spawn and leave my family. Yep, it will be different next year. Because if we're not divorced by then, we'll be in the process. I'm not taking this crap one more day.

Merry Christmas Eve, H. Thanks again. What an a@@hole.