Looking good, feeling so-so

Well, I say so-so, at least I'm feeling a lot better than I did yesterday, but the stress levels at Wisteria Lane are running rather high.

STBEH (that's Soon-To-Be-Ex-Husband for those who don't want to read all the way back) has been trying desperately to get onto my Mac for some reason, which I can only put down to wanting to go into my email or internet history or whatever. He's being quite relentless in his attempts and it's getting a bit tiring to get to it every time and see he's clicked the 'Password Prompt' button yet again.

Funny thing is that yesterday I briefly stepped away from the Mac to put Miss Muffet to sleep and lo-and-behold, who was standing behind it reading a Skype chat to my friend in Dubai?! Yes, you guessed it! Admittedly, the chat was rather interesting and, let's say, colourful, but after this, the atmosphere changed again from liveable to downright unpleasant.

I know it is difficult for him to deal with this. And to be honest, it's very difficult seeing him fall apart practically in front of my eyes, although I'm not sure exactly how much of it is manipulation, but it's really starting to take its toll on me too - and I have a suspicion that Prince Charming is being somewhat affected by it.

I didn't tell you the story of when STBEH thought that Prince Charming (PC) was blissfully watching a movie in the bedroom a couple of Friday nights ago. He was angry because I'd been to see my lawyer and started a MAJOR shouting session with me (he shouted, I just sat and stared). Next thing PC came out of the bedroom, straddles me and puts his little hands over my eyes saying: "It's ok mommy, I'm hiding you, daddy can't see you, daddy can't shout at you." Every time STBEH started to raise his voice at me again, PC would just put his hands back on my eyes and hide me.

FUUUUUUUUUUCK!! If that doesn't get you, nothing will. So, STBEH tried, in vain, to get PC to either go back and watch his movie or go to bed, so he could resume his shouting session, but PC absolutely refused. He simply wouldn't move off me and kept kissing me and holding my face. Now, do you want to tell me that it's not affecting him?? I beg to differ.

Anyway, back to today, I had my hair done and neatly trimmed this morning and I feel great again. It's amazing how much better it can make you feel. I'm hoping to get to the gym a little later on, although am concerned that getting all sweaty is going to ruin my neatly dried hair. Why is it that I can NEVER dry my hair as nicely as they do at the salon???? Very annoying!

Madge