Just need a rant. I've mentioned dh and brain tumour before. He's moved out to a flat that is better for his needs; we're still 'together' though. It's over the other side of town, half an hour if there's no traffic (there is ALWAYS traffic). Yesterday he told me that he thought i don't give a shit. I nearly exploded. I have four children, two dogs, work part time, have a home to run etcetc. I'm run ragged. He says I'm not doing enough for him. AIBU to want to tell him to fuck right off? This is while I'm pushing a trolley round Morrison's doing his shopping for him having been at work all day. Yet to feed kids and walk dogs. Last week i spent two days sorting out his paperwork. Three hour phone call to DWP. Tedious shit. I've had enough. Sorry to rant.