When we returned from 9yrs living overseas, he returned to play in the sporting team that he had played in as a kid and seemed miffed that no one knew who he was and no red carpet was rolled out for him.
It turned out that the board were embezzling money and of course DH became embroiled in the politics and is now the President. He works FT and is there every single night of the week and all day every weekend.
I work two part-time jobs. I have worked 9 days in a row and I have severe cardiomyopathy. I’m really tired.
DH has taken this week off work to run a tournament at this club. Today is my only day off for ten days. He asked as he left the house, “If you have time, can you throw the towels in the bathroom in the wash?”, chats about sport for a bit, “If you have time, can you clear the dining table?” (It has four egg cartons he has emptied and left there, envelopes addressed to him - opened and left there and two boxes nearly as big as me with god knows what in them, I couldn’t lift if I tried. Chat, chat, chat…. “Oh, if you have time, can you see what the smell is in the fridge and give it a clean out?” (I fucking asked him to do that last week and he has promised every day to do this) He has also left torn paper shopping bags next to the bin, the recycling on the floor next to the bin. He has to go past the fucking recycling on his way to the car. “Oh and I told DS that I don’t have time to drop him at work. Can you do that at x time? He finishes at x time. You’ll have to collect him then.”
He wondered why I just told him that his priorities are fucked up and I am going to make time to do things that affect me and delegate most of those tasks back to him. I have plans today - I need to go Christmas shopping before DD leaves for home on Thurs and it’s my only day off. It’s MY fucking time. I haven’t been home to make these messes. It’s him!!