Took my daughter to her first psychologist appointment today where she asked to see me and my (ex) husband together for the first consult together. There are a lot of issues with my daughter, but not the present point I'm making.

I had to bite my tongue the entire way through, and speak directly to the psychologist and ignore the demon himself sitting in the corner. I have not been confined in the same room with said demon since 19 February when he got up and left me for his mistress.

Exactly 45 minutes into it I snapped. I cracked. I had tried so hard to keep it together. I didn't say anything about my ex (as a father) whilst he was there yet he spent the entire time *****ing about how he's so strict and enforces rules blah blah blah.

What pushed me over the edge to walk out and say I'm getting a glass of water was when he said her phone needs to be taken away at night at my place like it is at his.

I did NOT know that occasional she's been woken up at a ridiculous hour because of beeping on her phone.

At which stage her therapist looked at me and said, "Can we agree you take her phone away" and I excused myself for water and walked out.

**** I hate him. Was he intentionally trying to make me look like the bad parent?!?!? Sure as hell felt like it.