Living with a YakAss

I received a text last night (note that there was no good night call to the kids) asking for me to return the yakass's legos. He and son had built a lego ship that son took the ship to grandma's. The text says "they are my legos".

We have thousands of legos in the basement, yet he is missing 30 that were dismantled from the ship he and son built. Nice.

This after yesterday's email festivities which will be forthcoming....

I hate going back to the house. Of course there was no money, no check for the month. No payment for son's lunches. HOWEVER there is a new coffee maker, extra used sheets/towels, etc and new wine stains on my couch. Oh, and condoms. Obviously they are out for my viewing pleasure.

He can support these women in our marital home which houses my assets and pre-marital furniture (I own most of the furniture in the house) yet cannot pay for his kids to take karate lessons?

Then he sends an email that i am excluding him from the kids' schooling stuff. So... after all these years he is now going to blame me for his disinterest. Wonderful.

I hate going back yet I continue to do so. Why?