I need to get this out of my head. I want to go to counselling however our current budget just doesn’t allow for this and GP wait times are insane.
I am a woman with two children and my partner (their dad) is driving me to insanity. I feel fucked from having to constantly live in my masculine energy to make up for what he lacks. I make every decision in this house hold and I don’t want to. I beg for his input sometimes and he says ‘I’ll support whatever you want to do’. That’s so fucking unhelpful. Pretty much like Julia’s husband from motherland! I am at a point where I’m starting to loathe him and find him rather pathetic. I meal plan, shop, budget, organise the bills, make every decision regarding our kids, tell him what he needs to do regarding household maintenance etc. He asked me where his work shirts were this morning and I wanted to combust. How privileged is that question? Just living in the knowledge that someone else has organised your life for you. He will ask me if we have butter in the fridge before even LOOKING IN THE FUCKING FRIDGE.
To sum it up, he does nothing except work and when he comes home he makes very basic conversation and childish jokes and I really am beginning to loathe him. He always says to me ‘am I doing enough, how can I help to support you more?’, but I am trying to explain that I can’t teach him to use his eyeballs and see that the washing needs bringing in, or the stairs need hoovering, why an earth do I have to remind him? The problem with ‘asking for help’ means that when I don’t think for him, it inevitably doesn’t get done and then that is still my fault for not telling him what to do.
He always says how grateful he is to me and how I teach him to communicate and be open about his emotions and help him budget better since he is terrible with finances but I can’t think of one thing that he brings to the table to enrich my quality of life other than a second salary.
I am independent but I also would like a balanced relationship where I feel taken care of occasionally but I feel I can never relax, never have my guard down because it’s always at the cost of something slipping. Every evening after dinner he says ‘I’ll do the dishes just leave them for a minute’ but that essentially means he will leave them out including food on the plates until the following morning and I find it so frustrating. We have an open plan house and I don’t want to smell or have dirty dishes in my eyeline when I’m trying to relax. Inevitably I end up doing it because I find it so irritating.
He just seems to have no urgency, no direction, no motivation, no interests. After work he just moans about his team and lives in a victimhood that is soul destroying to listen to.
He is already telling me this year is going to be a difficult year as his suffers from SADs and he can feel it starting already. I know he will expect me to understand and counsel him through this and I just can’t do it anymore. I feel like I may have a breakdown from carrying everyone in our household whilst all my needs are completely unmet.
I cannot go on like this, I fear living with this level of resentment and stress will make me unwell.
I am sorry for rambling, I just need to get these thoughts out of my brain. They are all consuming and so tiring.