If DH is unhappy, oh boy don’t we know it. He is an emergency services worker and unfortunately has been working the whole of Christmas.
I have done everything this year and I mean everything. Buying the presents, wrapping the presents, buying the cards, placing the cards in front of his nose to write, making arrangements to see his family, you name it I have done it all. I have also done all of the housework. Mopping floors, cleaning the toilets, making up the beds for people that are coming to stay.
And he has been a miserable git. I get that it cannot be much fun to work at Christmas, however, throw me a fucking bone.
I have also done all of the cooking, whilst he naps before shifts. I know shift work is hard. However, he gets up from a nap or when he comes downstairs there is a banquet on the table like he’s the fucking king or something. He eats it moans about something other and then goes off to work, and I’ll have to clear everything up as well.
It is making me view our relationship very differently. Not sure what I’m looking for from this post. Is anybody else’s husband like this? Maybe this is why a lot of emergency workers lose their spouses?