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January 14, 2006
Things have been up and down.
Yesterday Frank actually got up first with the baby, then got the other two fed and ready. All I had to do was get out of bed at the last minute. Tie my daughters hair back and then walk them to school.
Last night, great sex, quick snack, a cuddle and sleep.
Baby woke me up at three.
Not so good.
Got back to bed about five but wasn't sleeping properly. Baby woke again at six. As I went to get him up again Frank rolled over and started snapping at me about how he was about to get up anyway.
I hadn't realised that he was awake. I swear to god he had been talking in his sleep just moments before I sat up to get out of bed.
He ordered me back to bed but proceeded to shout at me. Really nasty shouting. I ignored him. He got worse and worse and worse. He started to stomp around the bedroom. He knocked his weights, which knocked the wardrobe door (that he had previously knocked of the hinges). The door started to fall on him, which made him madder and resulted in him having a fight with said door. As he's untangled himself from that piece of wood he has started thumping the door of his wardrobe in anger. Door number two fought back too! Ha! It was kinda funny.
He then ordered me back out of bed to see to the baby and continued to stomp around the house shouting. Even going so far as to swear he was going to kill me. I ignored it all though. He got to me a bit at times and I nearly cried but I held it together. It gave him no choice but to calm down.
I fed the baby, who went back to sleep. So I went to lay down. He came up after a while and gave me a cuddle. Baby woke again at ten. Frank was sleeping too so I figured I'd just get up and leave him to calm down properly.
Now he is being very sorry (almost a first)and spoiling me with deserts, backrubs, apologies...
No real harm done and maybe, just maybe, a little lesson learnt for him.
I Still Love You xxx