A public note to myself:
And now the plans have changed again. It's not his fault, really, but then again it never is. I am dealing with this better now than I was in June, but it's still going to fuck up my approach to this week, to managing my time therein, just as it's already disrupted my working day today. And my response to rescheduling will simply be this: not unless he's spending the night, and I'm not changing the plans I had for either Saturday or Sunday afternoons. Beyond that, what happens happens. It's not revenge, it's simply setting out what I need, what I have a right to ask for, especially since I have been virtually nothing but flexible.
Hopefully I will feel better once I post this.
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