DH has been building us a house for the past year and a half. He’s been promising me for the last 6-months that it’ll be ‘done in a week or two.’
I’ve packed and unpacked boxes more times than I can count. He promised me it would be done before the summer holidays so he could spend some time with the kids (aged 5 &6, youngest is autistic). Summer hols are hard work and I struggle to keep both kids happy on my own.
Last time he told me the deadline had moved I properly lost my shit (only the second time I’ve done that this whole process). Booked a van to move and handed in notice with the landlord. Furious with him that we didn’t move before the summer hols, when I could have had time to pack and DC had time to get used to the new house (DC2 especially). DC2 is starting by a new school and doesn’t handle change well - I didn’t want to throw a new house into the mix too but I’ve had to.
He’s phoned me today to tell me he’s wired up the poo tank wrongly (he used to be an electrician) and is going to have to dig up the back garden to redo it.
I think he wanted me to be sympathetic but I didn’t even have the energy to be angry. I just mentally shrugged and thought, ‘fucks sake he’s done it again’.