I’m so fucked off. DH and I are both key workers so both still working.
We’ve been off work all weekend. Yesterday he got up at 11am and basically played computer games all day. We did go to sit out in the garden at one point but it was fucking pointless as he sat there playing on his phone. God forbid we actually have a conversation. He was meant to be going to shop all day yesterday as was running low on milk and needed something for tea. He put it off and put it off until in the end decided it was too late so we had chicken fucking nuggets for tea. Literally just a plate of chicken nuggets. I’d walked the dog yesterday (as well as doing everything else around the house) so felt I shouldn’t go out again.
Today he gets up at 10:30. He said he was going to shop to get the bits we need. He still hasn’t fucking been. I’m in agony with chest/rib/back pain and have again walked the dog. Washed all the bedding, hoovered up. He’s played computer games. He’s just suggested we have a cup of tea. I’ve suggested he actually go to shop so we can get some milk and something for fucking tea.
His excuse now is that he can’t go to shop as the neighbours are sat out front. I told him not to be ridiculous so he’s suggested I go to shop instead. I’ve done every fucking thing and I’m in pain. So fucked off. Time’s like this I wish I was single.