He has been out of work for 5 months. He has applied for the grand total of ...
1 job.
I am on maternity and the money is running out fast. We're up shit creek without a paddle.
So yesterday, when I asked him what jobs he had seen lately, he had a quick look and saw one that would really suit him. The deadline is Monday. I asked him last night if he'd applied. No. Was he going to? Answer too vague to discern meaning. Same thing tonight.
And do you know the most ridiculous thing? I haven't got the balls to pull him up about this. If he leaves a mess somewhere, or forgets to put any washing on etc, I am down on him like a tonne of bricks. But the important stuff - this, and his drinking - I don't know how to talk to him about it all.
I'm fucking miserable.