I'm wfh with a 1yo. DH rings and asks me to look in the kitchen for his keys. There is a leak at a shop we let out, apparently coming from another shop we let out. Righto, can't find them. Remembers that oh. He left them in my car which is here so says "OK I'm rushing back."
So I just carried on cleaning up, working and looking after DS.
DH comes storming though the door, sends DS flying not looking where he's going, shouts at me something about "why are you like this" "you're setting me up." "I'm so sick of you" throwing stuff about, stomping about. Tries to grab crying DS out my arms. All a very kuchen unpleasant experience. Trying to get out of him what his problem is and apparently I should have known he needed my help and I should have opened the door and got his stuff ready and got DS out of the way. I.e known what he needed , when he was coming through the door and sorted it all out.
Pre DS that's what life was like. I scuttled round like his little army ant making his life possible, still getting told I wasn't good enough. But since 1. Being run off my feet, in pain and exhausted and 2. Him not being as helpful or caring after my emc that has resulted in lifetime pain from not healing because I didn't rest enough. I'm not doing it anymore. He throws his pants on the floor and that's where they stay. He loses his bank card, he finds it.
But in this situation, do you think I should/could have helped?