I am being entirely reasonable, I know I am, but I need reassurance please. Which means I am dooming myself to being shot down in flames.
My partner and I are currently looking for a new place to rent. My lease ends 30th April, his 5th May. So far I am the one doing all the leg work, I've been the one dealing with letting agents, scouring property listings, ringing around and booking appointments to view.
He has done nothing. He even said at the weekend, that he could go back to his parents and I could just extend my lease for a bit if we don't find something by May. Um, no I can't. And if he goes back to his parents place, I think I'm going to need a crowbar to get him out.
I booked a load of a viewings two weeks ago, we went, we viewed, we didn't not find somewhere. I asked him to sort out the next lot. He hasn't done a thing, I've ended up booking ones for last weekend and ones for the coming weekend. And then he has the temerity to keep saying to me "I don't want to live in this place, or that place" and go on and on about how things might be wrong and our new landlord might rip us off. I've rented more places than he has and I've never rented a shitheap yet. I'm not stupid, I've rented for the last 13 years.
AIBU to tell him it's his fucking turn to do some work and he needs to be a lot more helpful about this whole process. He is ill at the moment, but has been as well as me up until Tuesday.