I’m with you
@WeHadFunRight and
@shhh1712 - I had a meltdown on Saturday afternoon when I was sobbing with rage and frustration at my partner and then he was telling me to calm down (when is that ever a good thing to say to anyone?!) and trying to give me a cuddle and all I thought was I don’t want a
bleeping hug I want you to listen to me, take in what I’m saying and do something about it.
It genuinely feels like Groundhog Day when I ask for things to be done, or for a bit of time to myself - mostly to do housework or house tasks like a food shop - and I’m treated like I’m being unreasonable.
And I try and discuss it with my mum or my best friend and I’m told - well why don’t you write him a shopping list or why don’t you do x, y, z to facilitate him doing a job and I feel like screaming because I have no more energy to be doing more work! Why is your solution for me to do more to help him help me?!
It is a seriously fucked up mentality that we have whereby men are seen as incapable of simple tasks and were supposed to swoop in and do all the leg work for them to then be showered in praise for doing a load of washing or cooking a meal.
Yes why don’t you just think for him too, lovely? Not like he’s a grown
bleeping man who should have some basic wherewithal about him.
I went to brunch yesterday, I never go out, I never get to do anything without the kids in tow. A brunch once a quarter with some girlfriends. Been in the calendar for months.
He has been useless for ages now, he might stack the dishwasher now and again but regularly the kitchen is a bomb site, I try my best but I am putting the washes on, the washes out, I’m doing the meals, the big shops, im cleaning the bathrooms and hoovering, working full time, I’m sorting their clothes in the mornings, I’m picking them up from school and nursery every day, I’m chasing my tail constantly it’s demoralising, he doesn’t stay up past 8:30pm. He takes the baby to bed at 7ish and by 8 the house is filled with the sound of his vile snoring.
it has got to me so much recently I thought what a
bleeping idiot I am staying up late tidying, cleaning, planning, preparing when that lazy
head is snoring away not caring about what the girls will wear tomorrow, does the baby have a winter coat and hat? Does her puddle suit fit her and is it packed in her nursery bag? Has 6 got PE tomorrow and is it library day, where is that book, have we updated her reading record? Are we doing enough maths with her…. SO I DECIDED TO STOP
when I got home on Saturday I was fumbling with the keys in the lock because I’d had to take his keys because he had to take MY car (another story that puts him in a terrible light) and he has two keys on the fob that are identical, one is our front door key and the other isn’t. Anyway, I could see him through the glass walking back and forth the hall ignoring me trying to get in the house, then when I came in he didn’t say one word to me, poured himself a beer and sloped off to bed. What the
duck had I done wrong exactly? 6 said he’d been complaining about the mess and getting places on time. He’s a
head. They’re such selfish twats.
I actually prefer him not being around half the time because at least then I know I’m going to be on my own and I have to do it all myself anyway.
“We” took 6 out in her bike today, and he left her bike outside by the bins…………….. we live in a safe area but people steal just about anything don’t they, so out I go in my bloody pyjamas to put the bike in the lean to.
I seriously, genuinely, dislike him right now.
he “made” dinner tonight and dropped vegetables all over the microwave as he was serving up. He’s a tosser.
