During David's visit there was an almighty fight between myself and my youngest son John.
John had a habit of doing unmentionable things. Because of this I chased him up the stairs to his bedroom. We stood at the top of the stairs arguing. All of a sudden John went to push me down the stairs.
Thankfully I have quick reactions and I managed to grab hold of the banister and stop myself from falling.
I text Neil, as he was at work, soon after that he rang so I explained what had happened.
Half an hour later Neil was home and again got very threatening towards John. I honestly believe if David had not stood in between them both Neil would have hit and hurt John.
I appreciate I was carrying Neil's first child but I also believe his behaviour was over the top.
From this day on it was like I had two families. Neil an I being one. John and I being the other.
Things got worse because two weeks later Neil started demanding DNA tests to be done on my unborn baby as he was adamant he was not the baby's dad. You can imagine the effect this had on me.
Nearly a month on from finding out I'm pregnant and things are no better.
Things are getting worse where John is concerned. The atmosphere in the house is unbearable.
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