I've just told my DP its over. I'm packing my stuff and my DD's and we're going to stay at my mums.
He's never going to change, he's a selfish, arrogant, sexist pig who just wants a little woman who will say yes to everything, pander to his every whim and slave around him.
I'm sick of his family, dictating what I should and should not be doing, the sly digs, the nastiness, the fact that we live so close. I'm sick of the fact that I'm expected to drop everything to help him out but if I never get any help myself. I'm meant to be having a new fridge freezer delivered today (I've paid for it) and it's coming between 12-6pm but they will ring at least an hour before its dropped off so ideally I needed to be in the house from 11am until it arrives. I wanted to get the kitchen completely blitzed this morning and the old fridge moved so that we could get the new one in. DP comes in at 10 "can you do me two slices of toast a drink of juice and then we will go and do such an such," I was right in the middle of cleaning the cooker and asked if he could get his own toast and his own drink, he just ignored me and sat outside. Got his toast and drink and explained that I needed to get the kitchen cleaned and the fridge moved ready for when the new one arrives and that I wasn't going to go and help him because I didn't have time.
He stormed out of the house in a huff and went to go and do what ever it was he needed a hand with, I stupidly drove after him to go and help him and he's just said "that kitchen could have been cleaned three fucking days ago and you know it could, you spent all fucking day yesterday cleaning upstairs when you should've been doing the fucking kitchen and the living room that every one sees and walks past, get your fucking act together, it's an embarrassment." Do I really need to be spoken to like this??
I do everything for him, I hardly get anything done with DD (22 months) for obvious reasons and all he does is lounge about and expect me to do everything for him!