Tom got back from another weekend away yesterday. It’s his seventh or eighth weekend away in six months as well as a seven day skiing holiday and various nights out here and there, as well as his usual three nights a week at the pub. This weekend’s trip was to a family wedding which Annie and I were invited to but not my other children and when I asked if they could come too, Tom and his family said no so I refused to go, out of principle.
For reasons I don’t know, Tom returned home with the news that he wants Josh, who is only sixteen, to move out. I said it’s not an option so Tom said he would go. I shouldn’t have to be choosing like this.