Sick to death of DP and wish he’d disappear.
We fell out earlier this week because I perceived him to be deliberately antagonising our (very good and reasonably patient) toddler until he reacted badly so he could tell him off. It happened several times until I snapped and told him to fuck off being a bully. He doesn’t accept that he was bullying and said I’m a shit mum who lets him get away with too much. Later, he told me I’m much harsher on DS than he is. Go figure?
Today’s argument was because I spoke to him about a recurring intense pain I had earlier that frightened me. I wanted a response but instead he just looked back at his phone. I don’t know why I expected anything more as he doesn't seem to like talking unless it’s about his interests, his sensations, his family trauma and so on. 🙄 Anyway, I snapped this time.
The thing is, he storms off upstairs when he’s angry. This often leaves me with the kids, the washing up (after cooking tea that I didn’t get thanked for) and the feeling that I’m insignificant. He’ll happily stay away watching telly and messaging his mates. I usually then offer an olive branch just to diffuse the unsettled feeling I get. Tonight, I went after him and told him to get downstairs and do his fair share of parenting. He told me he wouldn’t be in the same room as me and that if I want his help I’ll have to come to our bedroom out of his way.
Anyway, here I am in our room with our 3-month-old like a naughty kid. Been here since 7pm.