He seems to have given up on bath time/story time and just sits around watching TV - anything from the Soaps to Father Ted.
He had the cheek to say to me tonight (whilst I was weeding the garden) that if I make the grass all flat it wont be able to be cut properly. I had only made it a little bit flat because of me doing the soddin' gardening.
He washed his bike on Saturday and the bowl and sponges are still lying outside the back door. The BBQ is also filthy from Saturday.
He just seems to be incapable of doing anything for anyone else - apart from himself.
He asks for foot rubs/cups of tea. I even had to go to the shop last night to get him some lager.
It makes me very cross and I feel like a door mat/cook/cleaner. More than anything I feel like a mug - he just doesn't seem to get it. We both work F/T but it is me picking up all the crap.
AIBU?