There's some flipping out. Which I don't care a squirrel's behind about as long as he keeps it to himself. But he wants to "work on our relationship for the sake of the children" and wants to meet with me and talk about that this week. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, frankly. I just moved to a new house and I'm literally feeling like I'm in an episode of "Hoarders" and desperately spending every waking moment trying to bring some semblance of order into things before Christmas... and he doesn't understand why I can't take a few hours to come talk to him because he's lonely and sad?
He asked me why I was angry. Sweet baby corn. Maybe I would feel bad for him if he wasn't so utterly narcissistic and clueless.