The dishes has finally been washed. After three days. I told him his kids have been slack and well it seems that if I don’t wash them no one can be bothered to.

So he quietly went and washed them. I also asked our son to help out.

He’s been weird lately. It’s like he’s resigned to the fact that he’s got to do extra since I’m not doing it.

I wonder when he’s going to get it? That if I didn’t lift a finger nothing gets done? Lately I’ve scaled down a lot. And I can see the difference.

Oh well. That’s the way it’s going to be. He did say he could cope? I’m out of here.

I can’t see us reconciling. I can’t see it at all.