The little prick actually thought that I'd just let him walk out on me!
I came home from work a bit early yesterday, only to find him packing his things. He said that he 'needed his space', and that I was smothering him. He rambled on about how he thought my interest in witchcraft and the occult was a waste of time and energy, and that I needed to get a life.
Making him little was much easier than I thought.
We've finished with our bath, and after our breakfast, we're
going to get dressed in the cutest little romper. Gee, if he felt
I was smothering him before, I wonder what he's thinking now!