Have namechahged for this, obvs.
Live in a largeish house. Not a mansion by any means but about twice the size of an average 3 bed semi. This is by no means a stealth boast, the house is hard work to maintain, it's not old but lots of jobs were only half done in the first place so I'm working my way round as I can. I have 2 DC in their teens, and work Ft. So finding time for anything is difficult. I have no family aside from DC, and no support other than my OH of 3 years. Which can be tough, although I acknowledge others have it worse than me.
There's a specific task I was hoping to get completed over the next couple of months. I have money put aside to pay the company for materials and labour. However I knew there was a certain amount of prep work that needed to be done first (which the company can't do). I had thought OH and I could complete it. We went over it today, and he said he couldn't do it. Tbh he didn't need to say that, as I knew it was beyond me, it's a weeks work at least, and I wouldn't manage it.
Which means I need to get someone else to do it. Fine you'd think, but getting a job done round here is a bloody nightmare, whether skilled or unskilled. Getting 10 people to quote (and having to come home early, or wfh so they can get to you) then waiting for quotes and maybe getting 1 response, if that's too high or suspiciously low starting the whole process again. It's so disheartening.
I've been trying to get someone to fix a leak in my shower for a year without success. Its not just me, I made an insurance claim last year for some minor damage, the insurers have been trying since Dec to get a quote from any of their tradesmen!
So every time I have a job I have to get someone in for, my heart sinks. Today I started thinking about this, and all the other jobs that need doing, and started crying. I feel so alone with all this - my house, my responsibility I get it, but I'm just sick of being the adult all the time. My parents died 2 decades ago, and without siblings it really is very hard. I don't think you can understand that unless you've been there.
Whilst I'm crying, OH decides that I'm clearly having a dig at him because he couldn't do the prep task, and tells me I'm making him feel bad. I knew the prep work was beyond us both, him saying he couldn't do it wasn't a surprise, I'd realised that once I saw what needed doing. I just feel sad and overwhelmed. I said I wasn't trying to make him feel bad, and wasn't i allowed to be upset?
He said he wouldn't stay to be made to feel he was in the wrong, so went home. I didn't tell him to go but didn't ask him to stay either...
So have I behaved unreasonably?