On Friday we decided to go ut for a couple of drinks. We'd only had one when GB wanted to go home. I wanted to try a new bar that had opened, and I've never been because everyone seems to onyl want to go to the same old places. So we did go there, and GB was sulking all the time, because he was 'cold'. Not too cold to stand outside smoking though.

He decided to pontificate on how I mollycoddle my son and this will make him grow up to be bullied. He has discussed with J what a weird child he is. I was fuming, but didn't show it. I said he was jealous of my little boy's upbringing because his mother hadn't given a shit about him. And how can anyone mollycoddle a child that is only just 6 anyway? He said he didn't regret anything about his upbringing. I said wishing things had been different wasn't the same as regret, and that he culdn't deny he was jealous. He so obviously is that even he didn't try to deny it. Instead, he said I was jealous of his dog. I said no, I wasn;t jealous of the dog, I just hated having it in the house because it stinks and wrecks the floors.

Well, this was no fun so we set off home. It was about 10pm by this time, but the first chip shop we came to was closed. So he kicked the door. I'd had enough of him by this time and told him I was sick of him being violent, especially as he doesn't even like chipshop food! I marched off hime, and he didn't follow, so I packed his bags. I was half way through when he got back, so I told him to finish packing, he could stay the night, and then find somewhere to go in the morning. He said he would go if I said I didn't love him. I said I couldn't say that, but I could say that I didn't love him enough to put up with him and his dog any longer, and it was pointless dragging the relationship on. He cried then and promised to apoligise to the chip shop owner, and make an appointment to see the counsellor again on Monday. So I relented.

He hasn't apologised to the chip shop owner: I doubt he even remembers it. He has said he will be phoning the counsellor. And he's been very attentive and loving all the rest of the weekend - too much so really, by Sunday night I was feeling suffocated. So we'll see what happens.

Babyshambles on Wednesday. I'm secretly dreading it.