Husband is a wonderful human, husband and father, generally speaking. We had an argument yesterday after he was irresponsible with the toddler, nothing massively major but i was pissed off. He apologised. Then this morning he forgot to leave me some money how owed me that I needed today. Bit annoyed.
Then on sorting out the washing today I found a sock that had been missed in the wash. Crusty jizz sock. Suddenly realised what those crusty socks I put in the wash each week were crusty with.
He’s apologised a lot. But after the events of yesterday this feels like a massive deal. I am fucking fuming that I have spent the day whizzing about facilitating his kids, taking his suit to be cleaned, doing his washing, he’s jizzing into socks and tossing them into the basket for me to deal with. Feel degraded and shit.
To clarify, I’ve no problem with wanking. Do plenty myself. And actually if I were in a different mood it might be quite funny. Not sure how to play it when he gets in.