Thought I'd have a wee rant and have a post where others can moan if they've had a crap day.
I was up all night in pain, so I text DH a few things I would have liked. I said let the children get a treat, grab something for yourself too as a treat. I sleep downstairs as I can't do stairs, for a while I was a target during indoor football that has seen two really sentimental things get broke, one can't be fixed. DH decides he's got to do the garden and starts ranting, I've slept in a weird position so it takes me 10 minutes to try and move through the pain, all the while DH ranting. I get a cup of tea, I have the occasional cigarette if I'm in pain, I'm by the back door, DH goes and pours a jug of water on me, saying sorry I thought you were on fire
I sort myself out, DS & DD come to my bedroom, they help me getting a towel and fresh top of their choice. DS & DD go off to play games in the wooded bit at the bottom of the garden, DH has made it clear he isn't going out, fair enough. Spends all afternoon on the garden, moaning and moaning about how something hurts. (I feel like saying take the pain, multiply it by a hundred, then have it all day, all night, you've now got what I experience!)
He's ratty I didn't make the children lunch, but I was asleep, he's ratty he's had to put his roast in the oven. He barked that I could fucking move out. (Children were in the foresty but so didn't hear luckily) But every weekend it's the same and he rants about the same stuff. Then guaranteed later, he'll be trying to get in my knickers. DS asked the time, DH swore as he needs to grab bits for Sunday tea, which is for him and the children. I changed what I wanted to a 4 pint bottle of milk, whatever the children want, plus whatever he wants. He starts moaning again whilst waiting for the children. Oh I've got dinner to finish, ironing to do.
He never says what can you help with, would you mind doing this? If I'm sat down I could sort the ironing, or if DH wanted to help someout out he could easily pay for someone to do it. I got told yesterday that I could call the window cleaner and pay for a big clean as he knows I've got some money. I even suggested yesterday I'm sure there's someone somewhere struggling for money that would love to earn a bit extra doing the ironing, or doing the garden, whatever he's choosing to moan about.
It drags me down as I saved half this sandwich, which I was pretty impressed with, he said it's just fucking food, oh you made a sandwich here's a certificate.
I didn't ask to be ill, I don't like not being able to do things, even when I offer he moans I don't do things to his standard. Yet I taught him to cook, clean and iron. I used to iron all the clothes for my parents and siblings when I was little. If I got asked I would mind be swore/moaned at. Even if I was to offer he'd moan about the fact I could have done it yesterday.
I'm lucky the children are angels, my brother is really supportive. My sisters aren't overly fond of DH so wouldn't really complain about him to them. The most annoying thing is when the children are in bed he'll be trying it on, saying he deserves a reward for his hard work. I think his reward is the fact I don't bite at all when he's going off on one.
Do you think the fact that I don't argue back, apologising, offering suggestions enhances his feeling of legitimacy of complaint.
Like I said I do lots with the children, I would love to do housework and gardening, but it's just not feasible. I suggested he get himself some craft beers as a thank you from us. Nothing is good enough. I could get him the moon on a stick and he'd find fault.
Is it a full moon or something?