Please ignore me if you need to but I need to rant and if I don't do it here then I'll do it on my facebook page and my parents, mil and husband are all 'friends'.
I've just finished doing 2 days worth of washing up, I'm about to dish up dinner, the dinner that I cooked after an eight hour day at work. In fact I can't remember the last time my husband cooked dinner. I work 37.5 hours a week, he works 4.5. Monday night he went out saying that he'd get the last bus home, he turned up at 7am on Tuesday morning, 1 hour after I'd got up to get the kids ready for school, 3 hours after I'd woken up and realised he wasn't home and been unable to get any more sleep.
I hate the person I'm turning into, when I heard the front door open on Tuesday morning my first thought wasn't 'thank god he's ok', no it was 'damn, he's not dead!'
I cry every day, I hate feeling like this.
Before Christmas I tried to tell him how I felt, I told him that I hate being around him, and that his attitude is destroying our marriage, his response, 'have you seen the data cable to transfer pictures from my phone to the laptop?'
Thanks for reading / or not.