So, I watched another episode of Criminal Minds last night, but forgot about noting it on Facebook until it was over. Ah well.
Got up on time this morning to get Casey to school. The snow they originally predicted to start at 9am they decided wasn’t going to start until 3. School had early dismissal, but that doesn’t affect Casey’s 4k class because it gets out before the rest of the school anyway.
Casey had a bit of a fit over me wanting him to take a break between screen time. We worked it out and crawled onto my bed to snuggle just as Dave was getting home, about 4:15 this afternoon. They let him leave early because of the snow.
Things were, okay at best once he got home. He wasn’t being overly jerk-ish, but he wasn’t necessarily being very nice either.
Then, just a few minutes ago, I was putting dishes in the dishwasher and we were discussing tea when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, he fucking hit me, hard, on my left arm. Right in front of Casey! I got upset, asking why he hit me. He said it was a “love tap.” I said, “No, that was a hit.” He said, “Fine then, if you don’t like it, pack your backs and get out.” I said, “Really, you’re going to kick me out in the snow because I got upset over you hitting me. Fine then, I’ll call the cops and tell them you hit me in front of Casey.” He said something about being tired of me, and calling the cops for me, and walked off. Meanwhile, Casey is getting upset that I’m going to get them in jail, like the two of them. I said something like nobody’s going to put him in jail. He said he doesn’t want daddy to go to jail either. I said then daddy shouldn’t hit people.
My arm fucking stings. I don’t see a mark, yet anyway.
This is only the fucking beginning.
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