Ahhh Flossie you poor love. Your dh is being a wankerbastard. He doesn't see the impact day to day of dds illness so thinks his life should just carry on as before. Probably be a bit easier as you are now at home all day, so in his head your life is easier.
He needs to learn how difficult and soul destroying it is so you fuck off out for the weekend and leave him to it. Or tell him for every hour he is out of the house you want the same.
Or just kick him in the bollocks. Twat.
My dh had to be educated when ds was a baby about how our life had changed. He sometimes forgets and needs reminding. I find a tantrum and a rant followed by a 'house meeting' settles him back down.
He hates house meetings. Says it's like getting told off at school. So even a suggestion of one gets him back in track.
Men are like horses. If you give an inch they take a mile. They need firm, consistent handling. Kindness mixed with a strong hand. Plenty of exercise, mental and physical or they start with vices. And if all else fails, I get my lunge whip out and work their arses hard for a few days.
If they don't respond to that you can always book the vet and have their nuts taken off.
Had a nice night last night. Wasn't really enjoying the beer though for some reason. Had a couple of cans, a couple of gins in the pub, then 1 tiger beer with my food. So feel all bright eyed and bushy tailed this morning.
Which is a good job as we are off to ikea for 10am. Dd is thinking of coming too. Dh wants to know if they sell lint rollers (wtf?). And ds wants to know of they sell lego.
I wanted to go, get the kallax and leave. Fml.