Just as the title says really. A busy day. I was going to do a Deliveroo order for pizzas and my favourite wine. DH insists on going to the shop. Comes back without the wine. Goes back for it and gets right brand but wrong type. Come to cook pizzas. Asked for two. He got both the same. The one type of pizza I don’t eat.
Im being pathetic as I’ve not even said anything. I can’t cope with his inevitable ‘I’m so rubbish at everything’ downward spiral where I then have to pick him up. Sick of carrying the mental load for everything. He is a good man and a good dad, it’s just not enough.