So he deigned to visit his child and wife, threw some blame your way, and has now disappeared again, having successfully hit the "pause" button on your life again.
When do you take control of your life? When do you get mad enough to point out you're not the one putting drugs in his body?
Let me translate: "I'm going to keep dangling hope in front of you just often enough that you'll keep lowering your expectations of me to the point where I can do whatever I want and you'll put up with it."
I have a miserable cold so I'm crankier than usual but this post made me put my virtual hands on my hips and my foot start tapping. I think I also curled my lip and growled a little.
Tell him to shove it.
