Next time we met at his and as instructed, he willingly jumped in the shower and soaped up. We’re then in the bedroom and I make my way down south towards the holy grail. I’m down there doing my thing when I got the sudden shock of realisation that perhaps in his excitement he hadn’t washed quite as thoroughly as I would have liked. Absolutely gag worthy! I literally sucked it up, took one for the team and so as not to embarrass anybody, continued on with the job at hand. I was so thrilled to have a boy and girl I was ecstatic. I thought he would be too. In my haze of anesthesia he knelt beside my bed and said: just so you know I’m not sure how I feel about this.
There won’t be anything pink and this isn’t going to be some kind of girls club. If you tell anyone I said this I will deny it. He never said he didn’t want a girl. What kind of human would say that. Needless to say I was astounded. I knew at that moment I needed to plan my departure. My beautiful children grew up in a happy home and as soon as they were out of the house I left him. Obviously there were more issues than that but there you go. Complete covert narcissist. I feel sorry for my children who have to navigate some kind of relationship with him still.