DH comes home every weekend and goes away for extended periods.
This means our relationship takes a lot of effort. The last 4 weeks he has come home unwell with a cold he can’t shake, blocked ears and a hacking cough (admitted he has started smoking again which has annoyed me) and really really grumpy and unpleasant with it.
Has arrived home on a Thursday and immediately taken to bed.
He hasn’t been off work or been to the GP which is what I am told to do when unwell.
Tonight he has rocked up with a migraine and phoned me during the journey to tell me he had thrown up, then had a go because I was unsympathetic (I am not the most sympathetic person with illness anyway).
He has come home and gone to bed again.
We are going to a once in a lifetime concert this weekend.
AIBU to feel totally fucked off the 4th or 5th weekend in a row he’s unwell, again and have absolutely no (even pretend) sympathy.
I know I am but ARGH!!!