Sixteen years after the divorce from the first Mrs Balanced I phoned to discuss something about our daughter. Mr Ex-in-law answered and proceeded to spend the next ten minutes telling me how I’d ruined all their lives and was the scum of the earth befiore slamming the phone down.
I completely wasn’t expecting that as up until then they’d always made me a very nice dinner on days I visited and we’d all (except my ex) chatted through it quite sociably it at the dining table.
A week or so later my ex, who had made herself absent on visiting days for the last ten years phoned to try and work out a peaceful solution.
I wasn’t expecting that either.