I think I that must be my ex
I often used to stay in with her kids so she could go out and have a social life. On one of these evenings, which was very definitely toward the end of our relationship, she kicked off into one of her psychotic rants. Sod this, I thought, and walked out.

A few seconds later she came out of the house, ran past me, turned, and screamed that she couldn't believe I'd be such a bastard as to actually leave the children alone in the house; not only that, but I'd apparently even left the front-door wide open, too.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 11 Feb 2013, 15:10, Reply)