Long so as not to dripfeed.
This week I had a mc. I called in a lot of favours so I wouldn't have to do school run, but instead could sit on the sofa recovering. I have been utterly wiped out physically but am emotionally/mentally reasonably level.
DH thinks I am anaemic and is prescribing red meat. Earlier today he had to pick me off the floor because I'd bent down to rescue something for the toddler and couldn't get up again.
He has gone out for two hours to pick up a piece of furniture that will be living in our (damp) garage for a fortnight before it can be installed. I asked which of the children he was taking with him, and he said neither, there wouldn't be space in the car.
I
. Then I asked why that job needed doing today - I'd been hoping for a day off before he goes away on business tomorrow - and he said I should have said that yesterday. Last night I explicitly asked what today's plans were and they did not involve furniture.
He has gone, instructing me not to bend down before he gets back, and not to let the children in the front room (where the tv is) because they've watched a lot of telly this week and he doesn't want any toys in there.
AIBU to feel abandoned, and to say so, or IHBU to fuck off in this cavalier fashion?