Cottles, I know you love him and he's the father of your children, but if you wouldn't have a friend speak to you like that then he shouldn't either. He's setting a role model to your boys about how they will treat their future partners and how they allow themselves to be treated.
I'm guessing even mr cottles wouldn't like his boys to be treated with such disrespect and lack of team/unity.
Maybe when things are calmer again you need to have that conversation with him, because in a way what you are prepared to put up with will be different to what you'd be prepared for your boys to put up with.
You can always off load here, and know we care about you and are here for you. Everyone's other half acts like a twat sometimes, don't get us wrong. But there is a difference between acting like a twat out of character and being unreasonable on what seems a fairly consistent basis.
To give you an idea of my idiot OH the other weekend (to make you laugh
), we went into Brum to meet a couple of mates we've not seen in years as they were in town for a festival. Im not drinking obviously so I offered to collect pickle from MIL early evening.
My delightful idiot bloke, well. We met around 1.30pm, by 4pm I saw the unmistakable red drinking mist descend. It's been years since either of us drank like we used to but you could say it was our hobby. The amount we used to drink is terrifying. Anyway, I recognise the drinking mist as it happens to me, or did before hangovers got too painful.
We left at 6. In those 4.5hrs he drank 7 pints and about 4 double whiskeys, he leant out of the car window on the way home (until I bollocked him), he couldn't walk up our garden path, he blanked his dad (who he'd rung to ask to drop of pickle so we didn't need to leave so early), he tried to pass out on the bathroom floor (until pickle needed a wee and I booted him out), he left puke in the loo and then at the ripe time of 6.40pm (it was still light
) he passed out in our bed.
I haven't let him forget it yet