Wow, what an evening last night. My SO decided she has had enough of Tasha and began taking things from the wardrobe and the drawers in the bed and bathrooms. Within 10mins Tasha was packed up, I was told "I don't want this s%$t in the house, you can put it in the garage!"
My head is still spinning now, and the only reason I can put it down to is, a discussion we had regarding Tasha earlier in the day.
(I have not dressed in almost 3 months, not even panties, mainly due to the fact of being sacked thanks to a new industrial relations ruling, and becoming a fulltime carer (medical problems) for her and looking after the 2 kids, 9mths and 7yrs. In between that I am studying part-time to become a travel agent for when my carer duties are no longer needed. Huge turn around from being an industrial spray-painter)
Things got a bit rocky at 11pm, so grabbed a pillow and slept in the babys room on the floor.
This morning she suggested if I ever want to dress, just go elsewhere to do it, and don't do it around her!!!
I thought we had gone through the stage of uneasyness and since I got a spot in the wardrobe etc I figured Tasha was finally accepted, I guess not. The kids have never been subjected to Tasha in any way at all, and never will be until the time is right
I had spent the best part of 12 months stepping carefully when Tasha was accepted, as not to cause too much friction in anyway, from what it seems I have to start all over again.
Where do I go from here?