I would even go so far to say that my happiest times are when they aren’t there.
For 12 years all my weekends have been taken up by stuff that I don’t really want to do and because DH has been totally absent and off playing golf it’s all been me.
I’ve reach a point where I have had enough. I went out for the day the weekend before last and I’m planning on saying I’m going out this weekend too and he can have the dc.
I know he isn’t going to be thrilled but I am at the point where I’ve had enough. Absolutely enough. I work all week - as does he to be fair - and I want to do something that I enjoy.
Aibu? I suppose I had a day the weekend before last but he has had a full day at least every weekend for the last 12 years and actually a day and a half most weekends.
I want to go to see an art exhibition, have lunch, and do some shopping.