Week 33 of Pregnancy

Slept well last night first time in ages. Ex woke me up with a 9am call. He knows I don’t function very well in the morning. I reckon he was trying to catch me off guard… He hasn’t rung in 2 weeks… not since we had a text message row about money. So modern…

The last thing EX said to me was “for god sakes Molly your pregnant not ill!” to which I put the phone down, I mean I had just only said I was finding it hard to walk now…ummm thanks for the sympathy. He then 3 days later and left no messages, but rang five times… I eventually text him back and he repiled “IS EVERYTHING OK, I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHATS GOING ON?” I replied “Everything is fine, I mean why shouldn’t it be? After all as you said I’m pregnant not ill…”

Ha! 1- nil to me. He then said “Two reliable sources tell me the benefits can help pay your mortgage payments- I suggest you research this”

Grrr I wrote back “I know this I told you this. Their policy is to pay it only after 10 months of claiming. I suggest you listen more in the future.”

Yeah right…. He then offered me financial advice - which from a man who can’t live on a few grand a month I found hard to swallow. He said “I know it sounds like false economy (hmm yes it does) but instead of paying a little each month to each bill why don’t you pay them in one big go - quarterly instead of monthly that way you’d have less outgoings each month….” Jesus thanks for that gem…

Hope the baby doesn’t inherit his brain cells, money sense, or compassion….

In the old days it must have been easier… a sailor and a barmaid had a passionate affair, his ship docked for 6 months, he thought he might be in love she got pregnant, he had to go back to the sea to bring in the old pennies and whilst he was on the scurvey ridden ship he decided it was easier being on his own than than providing for the wench, maybe deep down he was worried about other men getting in there whilst he was away earning, maybe also he was worried about being a being a failure and not being there for her, I mean what if he got scurvy and gave it to the bairn? It must have been easier for her too, no bloody weekend visits messing up her new relationship and no text message arguments about money and access…Just a wave goodbye to a ship and a “your dad’s at sea” for the rest of the child's life. Yes she would would have to live a life of shame and probably become a prostitute to buy food and rent but at least she wouldn’t have to have bloody text message rows….