I'm just ranting here so that I don't cause an argument.
It's our two year anniversary. I pay all the bills. I do the cooking. The cleaning. Make his morning coffee, wash his stinky boxes. Fulfil his 'fantasies', never complain when he games 24/7 without any input into the house or the kids, support him emotionally and financially aswell as contact his boss for him if he's too 'poorly' for work or if he feels his boss was mean. He's 28! How has it taken me two years to realise that not only is he a man child but I'm a fucking idiot who's allowed it for so damn long.
It's our two year anniversary today. My flats being inspected on Tuesday and I've had a battle trying to sort mould (yes it a council flat, I'm hoping to earn enough to rent a place as soon as I can not only for a more healthy environment but I want a forever home for my children) but this battle has caused me to have to rip down wallpaper, throw away furniture and carpet and this inspection was thrown on us on Friday so very last minute and I'm having to pretty much redecorate the entire flat. De mould it. Try and sell things to afford more furniture and paint and make it look the best I can. It's 8.53am. I have been doing this non stop since 8am yesterday. So almost 25 hours now. I haven't slept because my kids are having a special day out today with friends and I'm the primary carer for a bunch of kids. So i need to make sure they have a special day and sort this place out within two days for this landlord check. Which if it weren't for the mould would be totally fine but it's so bare at the moment and I'm concerned they'll think I'm not taking care of the property. So that's whats making me even more mad. He said he would do the day out with me but last night deemed he was too tired. Went to bed (while I was still painting and glossing) at 10pm. Still asleep now. His input into the redecorating was to put down 2ft of vinyl. That's it. In the process he broke the toilet too so that's not functioning. The anger I feel is so so strong. Every bit of me wants to finally tell him to get the hell out of my flat. I also have a chronic illness where I'm not supposed to exert myself because I can't physically eat so my energy and muscle mass is limited. Yet I'm pushing through to save our kids home. Why do I have such a bad habit of picking the laziest and useless of men. I so annoyed with myself. It's clearly my fault because I've never picked a gentleman who is genuinely a team player. 50-50. I sit here and listen to his excuses all the time and this is the final straw for me. I can understand financial struggles but emotionally and physically never supporting your partner but claiming you do 'care' is full on bullshit. Claiming you're better than all other men. Claiming you're different. It's all bullshit. He's bullshit. This situation is bullshit. I may be 30 but I'm totally done with relationships.
Apologies for the rant I just can't live life like this anymore 😭