So, 8 years living together, 5 kids between us.
DP does nothing around the house. Not unless I ask a million times. In fact I don't ask anymore.
His stuff is everywhere. Tidying and cleaning is never ending....he will get a parcel, open it, leave it on the table and expect me to clear it up. When I do it is always "I was just about to do that" but after 8 years I know that isn't going to happen.
We had a massive row the other week where I told him I was sick of being his personal servant. He promised to change but nothing did...instead he seems to think that by being "nicer " to me that will do.
This weekend he was supposed to clear a whole load of stuff, but he spent nearly all weekend on his game. I give up I really do.
I am shattered. I work full time. 2 of my kids (teenagers) have adhd, one of them also has asd, my 3rd I am waiting for the adhd referral to come through. I am trying to finish my MA dissertation (already got the longest extension I can). I am menopausal and started hrt a couple of months ago but I just feel like a piece of elastic stretched so thin I really am about to snap.
A few weeks ago after my adult dd had her diagnosis of adhd I had an assessment myself...and was not surprised to learn that I also have this. It is, in many ways, a relief. Now I know why I have been so hopeless all my life, I cope but don't get anywhere ever. Life is one long unending list of things that never get done. I don't stop ever, I'm up an hour before anyone else to have any hope of getting anything done. He gets in from work, gets dinner put in front of him, and games all evening unless going out for his hobby (not cycling).
Anyway...I haven't told him I have been diagnosed. He has little to no understanding of any mental health diagnosis and I know, if I did tell him, he would find it very funny and remind me of how I'm so disorganised and so late getting anything done. I have also got myself signed off from work. I've told him I've been given holiday to be able to get my dissertation done but that isn't true.
I don't care if he finds out....I'm not unfaithful (far too fat and tired to even care much as he moans all the time about the lack of action he gets these days). I just need a break without him teasing me or joking about how we are all "crazy" (all, as in, my kids and me).
I don't care cos I want him to leave. I just need to get my uni work done. I just need to have some time and space. But I just don't have the mental capacity to cope with that conversation yet. I need to write!
Wow this is a ramble. I just have no one to talk to...my dad is ill my poor mum has enough to cope with, I have no friends anymore as it just became too much to manage.
We have no dc together. He works ft as well, but his time not working is his time. My time not working is apparently training to be a stepford wife.
This is so long sorry. But am I wrong to be lying in these circumstances?