I'll keep it brief - DH is joining the RAF, just getting fit as can be ATM before he does. In all my research etc. for him I had my own little secret desires to maybe join. I let this slip the other night. DH first of all said he didn't want me in the forces (in a nice way, not a controlling way) which I ignored, then he started to make jokes about how I could change Colonels nappies (erm, yes, funny) then he asked what I was thinking of doing, I said guess (I for some reason was too embarrassed to say) and he said catering (?!) - to which I replied "so the two jobs you think I could do is changing colonels nappies and catering?" and then he couldn't think at all what else I could do (bearing in mind, and I reminded him the only trade closed to women is the regiment) then he randomly said helicopter pilot (I am 5'3" and scared of flying!) - when I questioned his suggestions he said he was just trying to think off things I was suited to! Nappy changing and cooking are apparently my only skills and strengths.
I just can't seem to shake this. I am just so hurt. He previously implied I had better not get left behind with the lifestyle change - arsehole has been obese his whole damn life, no real hobbies and now he thinks he is amazing. Before my ex screwed me over beyond recognition I was sharp, intelligent, I could turn my hand to pretty much anything and succeed and now I am a 24 yr old mum of 3 and that's all people, inc. my D H see. Some kind of buffoon.
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