Month: August 2020

Well, Charlie’s bad mood from yesterday has continued through the weekend. There is still no clarity about why she is in a bad mood. I’ve pushed all the buttons this weekend, taking the whole family out to see some of her new friends and then waiting in the sun to cheer her charity race. We are all being super supportive and all we get back is nasty picky remarks and back chat. The children hardly say anything when she is around for fear of retribution.

Charlie is in a bad mood today, lots of slamming cupboards in the kitchen and angry walking around the house. I have no idea what has triggered this latest episode. The children and I all try to keep out of her way, but she keeps coming and making her presence felt to ensure we know she’s still here. How could we ever forget!

I duck out to the shops for some sanity. When I get back Charlie is talking angrily to the children. Charlie announces again that we’re no longer together.

These mood swings are so frustrating. Is it something on Facebook? Has she got work problems? I have no idea. Sometimes it just takes some third party posting about having fun to make her jealous and take it out on the family. Sam is sick of it and asks Charlie why she always has to fight with everybody. My skin creeps, it’s another warning that the children are becoming old enough to recognise that their mothers behaviour is harmful.

Hurray, I finally planned a day out with Sam & Ollie, it’s a science event for children in the city and they are excited. Charlie is going to stay home with Evan who is a bit too young to enjoy it. Charlie was fine yesterday, she went off volunteering with a community organisation.

I should have known it was too much to wish for. Charlie wakes up with “severe vertigo”. She cannot stand, cannot even get herself to toilet. It’s amazing how ill she is. I offer to take Evan with me so that Sam & Ollie can still have their day. Charlie becomes offended and remarks about how could I leave her alone in this state. The situation is just painful and awkward, I wrestle in my mind with the options. If I stay then the children miss out, but if I go, then Charlie is going to spend the next week making her disappointment in me clear.

I decide to stay because I can’t deal with another week of passive agressive abuse. Sam is seriously cheesed off and says it’s the worst day ever.

By lunchtime, Charlie is out of bed walking and by dinner you wouldn’t have known she had been ill. It was all just a ploy to come between the children and I. Charlie can’t handle the idea of the children actually enjoying time with their Dad without her being ever present to monitor what we say and do.