We seem to be bouncing between 'Mr Nice-guy' and 'Mr What's The Point, I hate my life, nobody loves me'. I think he is scared because he is 60 next year. He has brought up the boys to walk all over him and now he doesn't like it. He is bored and he is jealous that I have a hobby. Anyway, he cried a lot yesterday. Today things seem a bit strained but almost 'normal'. I don't really know what's going on.