Month: October 2020

Charlie continued being overbearing in evening. She wants to “chat”, but I know I have my own worries. I need to see cardiologist, financial issues. I cannot handle an evening of Charlie offloading negative thoughts onto me.

I tell Charlie I need space, and she sits in room next door. My arms are shaking from anxiety. I search for a 24/7 phone helpline, but I know I can’t call them with Charlie listening. If I try to leave the house she will obstruct me as she has done before.

So I go to Charlie who is between the door and myself. I let her know that I would like to make a private call outside, she demands to know who I am calling and blocks me leaving. I tell her I will record her behaviour if she please does not let me go outside. Charlie becomes enraged, her face is red, inches from mine and bearing her teeth – it is just off the scale wild, I have never experienced anything or anyone like this ever.

I tell her I am recording and beg her to stop fighting me for my phone. She is extremely aggressive, shouting, pushing, she is holding both my wrists, even though I am bigger I have to be so careful because I already know how this could look if Charlie gets hurt.

Ollie comes downstairs in tears. Charlie will not stop attacking me, her voice is growling at me to not make my private call. I let her know she cannot behave like this and I will have to call the police, I repeatedly warn her, she appears out of control so I call triple 0.

The police come and Charlie is calm. As soon as they are gone, she throws the help-card they left in the bin and accuses me of assaulting her, says she and the children are not safe. She does not make an apologies or seem to accept her behaviour. Eventually I convince her to go to sleep, I am desperate to not be continually confronted by her.

Ollie was pretty stressed about what he saw, affected enough to insist on two days off school. On the third day, he went to school and told the teacher about the police coming to his house. He was freaked out and thought his mother would go to prison. It’s not even safe to talk to Ollie and provide reassurance because Charlie is following me constantly.

Charlie was general bad mood first thing in the morning. Making snappy remarks at the children and impossible to work with on any subject.

I can see Charlie intends to carry on inflicting her negativity on the children so I try to organise bike ride and get the children away. Charlie gets very angry, I’m not even sure why. She starts swearing in front of children and says she’s going to take her own life followed by negative remarks about my family. I rarely mention family around Charlie so I’m doubly confused to her current state.

I say I cannot deal with her like this and walk off. I cannot take the children because I cannot move faster than Charlie with them. I hope that at least taking myself out the picture will de-escalate Charlies antics.

Charlie follows me 100m down path from house. Another family spot the fight and take our children to their house for care (in front garden, nothing weird). Charlie is very rude to neighbours for their getting involved.

Charlie continues to be difficult all day, will not let me talk to children without her present. She is more interested in following me around than care of children. Ollie says he’s not done his homework, Charlie refuses to let him do it and repeatedly makes it clear she does not support the idea of children doing homework. Ollie, is upset, says he really wants to get it done.

It’s awkward imaging how Ollie is going to have to explain to his teacher that his mother won’t let him do homework.

Charlie has been awkward all week. She complains she doesn’t want to be here, and shuts herself in the bedroom for hours. It sounds like she is hammering furiously on her laptop keyboard.

Charlie is messing the children around as well. She insisted first thing that Sam had to tidy her room or not be taken to sport. Sam tidied her room, but Charlie still didn’t take Sam to her sport lesson. It was very confusing for Sam.

Charlie continued to be agitated all day. She insisted on cooking tea and told me off for “taking over”, she made burnt pasta & veg. After tea Ollie said he felt sick.

After the children were in bed, Charlie stayed up late making lost of noise moving around house, turning all lights on, talking angrily to self and remaining in agitated state.

Ollies birthday. Why can’t we just give all the angressive antics a rest.

Ollie gets lots of cards, including from my family. They’re all put up in no particular order. But when I come back later, I see Charlie has removed cards put up from my family. They are hidden at the back and ones from her family are right up from.

I have a closer look to confirm the cards have moved. I see that she has even crossed out the names of some senders from my side of the family tree. It’s ridiculous and I pretend I haven’t noticed. The only saving grace is that Ollie is very unlikely to read the cards again as well and won’t have to see what his mother has been up to.

It’s 10pm at night, Charlie asks why Coldplay are on calendar. Charlie says she no recollection of us discussing me going along with Sam & Ollie. This is despite talking about it back in August and I’ve even been putting Coldplay songs on in car so Sam & Ollie can learn them. It’s impossible to argue, Charlie insists she knew nothing about it until now and of course she is against it. The tickets cost a few hundred dollars and now she wants to stuff it up.

Charlie is also frustrated as she couldn’t find her glasses all day. I’ve worked all day and been fixing a temperamental mobile phone in evening. I try telling Charlie it’s not a good time, she eventually gets angry and storms off bashing around upstairs. I go to sleep on the office sofa downstairs. The next thing I know, Charlie comes into the office turning the TV on loud in next room, she’s waking me up on purpose and starts demanding to know when I’m going to come to bed.

One minute Charlie says she’s going to leave, the next minute she’s following me around. She stays up late watching TV in room next to where I’m trying to sleep. Next morning, I find her glasses in the bedroom. I don’t get any thanks.