Adjusting in Juggling with Hedgehogs

I've had a horrible up and down few days, but my doctor has adjusted my medication (doubled it, basically) and it's made an astonishing difference. I feel much calmer, I'm thinking more clearly, and I have absolutely no feelings for my soon-to-be-ex-husband whatsoever. I just want him out of my life, gone for good, never to be seen again. Sadly, he is hanging around like a lingering fart, and he keeps asking me inane questions. My son is interfering (too much) and seems to think he can tell me what to do. I went and stayed overnight with a friend last night and my son demanded to know where I'd been. I told him it was none of his business. He got very annoyed about that, but I said 'I don't want [soon-to-be-ex] knowing all of my business, and if you know where I've been and he asks you, you'll tell him. If you don't know, you can't, so let's leave it at that. He got stroppy with me about 'always being the last to know' things, and I pointed out that I was the last to know my marriage was in trouble, as my husband had spoken to both my son AND my daughter about me, but never spoke to ME. And how did he think THAT felt?

He told me he'd spoken to my husband and told him not to speak to me, that I didn't want to be asked inane questions and basically wanted to be left alone completely. I asked him how he reacted to that and he said 'how do you think?' I said 'I don't know, that's why I'm asking'. Bloody irritating pointless conversations like this drive me nuts. I don't want to live with two irritating shitty-attitude-filled men, thank you very much. I want my house entirely to myself now, so I can turn it into a girlie palace with scented candles and bloody frills everywhere (not really, but certainly the scented candles are going to happen!).

I'm so fed up with being treated like I have no right to a life or an opinion. Fuck the lot of them, I have every right to do whatever I like and I certainly won't be dictated to by my 28-year-old going-on-13-year-old son!

I spent the night at a friend's house, eating pizza, drinking red wine and watching films. My daughter was with me, and we had a great time. I took tons of photographs, we laughed, we relaxed completely, and were able to pretty much forget what's going on at home - for a few hours. It did me good, I needed it, and I'm damned if I'm going to be made to feel guilty about it.

I will do whatever I need to do to make myself better, and figure out how I'm going to live going forward.