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I am so bloody sick of thinking for everyone in the house.
Today DH got home before me. A parcel had been delivered with apparel for kids activity. He stepped over it, walked into the house, got changed, went back out, stepped over parcel again, and didn't bloody bother picking it up and throwing inside the door.
When I asked him why, he said he didn't think of picking it up. Didn't fucking think of it. Doesn't think of anything. This is is response to everything. Why don't you put the paper from the bread in the bin whenbyoubuse ut up, instead of back in the drawer? I didn't think of it. Why didn't you tell me before you sprayed weed killer everywhere so i could take the clothes off the line? I didn't think of it. Why didn't you change DS nappy before it was so full that it leaked everywhere? I didn't think of it. If I ask him to do something he will do it, but only if I ask. And I have to ask him every. Single. Fucking. Time.
I feel like just throwing in the towel and saying Oh I didn't think of it for every single thing that has to be done, but then only me and the kids will suffer. Because he can think when it's something that affects him.