Wow - can't believe how much has 'not' happened since I posted about DHs behaviour on another thread!!
DH was made redundant on April 1st and is still oow now. In the last 3 years he's been oow for nearly 2 years so our finances are precarious.
I am on sick leave with no pay, having just had surgery to remove a badly ruptured breast implant [originally done when I has a mastectomy 10 years ago due to advanced cancer] which it turned out had become infected. I now have a very deformed left side as they couldn't replace it, so I've effectively had a mastectomy all over again.
Ten days later he's dropping hints about sex - including the line 'as long as you put a babydoll over the top half so I don't see'.
I'm still getting very tired when out walking, having been very fit prior to surgery. We spent yesterday outside a cafe with him making comments about the teen with the neat ar$e and too tight shorts, whilst I got my breath back! Nice?!
On top of that he still hasn't found a job [this bit he really is trying to fix] but is supposedly doing some work for which he will get paid once he completes the work and invoices. He has done nothing at all today, apart from sit on the sofa doing sudokus on his phone. In the meantime, there is now a huge pile of unwashed laundry on his side of the bedroom; the kitchen table was left uncleared last night so I woke up to it; the grass is overgrown and there are now trees in my garden borders where there weren't any a couple of months ago; the hedges are overgrown too. The dog is not being walked and the ironing [though I did get it up to date over the weekend] is piling up again - with the odd comment of "I haven't got any t-shirts".
We ran a music school session in our house the day after I came out of hospital and he ended up taking me into town to fetch a microphone for the singer. He and the boys [I have 3 DSs aged 16,15,11 who to be fair do their share of the housework, usually after hours of me nagging which is tiring in itself] had spent the morning re-organising the furniture to prepare the room for the session, with the comment "we might as well sweep under the sofas seeing as it hasn't been done for twenty years".
We don't discuss things any more, to the extent that he got me to text our music teacher to say we needed to talk about lessons as finances are getting more embarrassing by the week, so we need to cut down/ stop. When he came for the next lesson, expecting a 'talking to', DH asked if he could join in on day 1 of a proposed songwriting workshop costing £150!
Am I really being unreasonable here?