I spend all of my time doing things for other people and nothing for myself.
I am always expected to be the first one up in the morning to get myself and DD ready, empty dishwashers which some fuckwit put on last night despite being half empty so that I had to sort it out this morning before I could put the dirty things in.
I am expected to be the first out of bed on a weekend morning despite being 6 months pregnant, depressed and in need of a lie in and for someone else to take on some responsibility, never mind that I need a rest.
DH spends, spends, spends as soon as we hit payday on all of the things he 'needs'plus nights out/lesser necessities and I spend on grocery shopping and things DD needs. I don't get any treats or time to myself.
I am told 'surprise, I am treating you to dinner and a night away in a hotel' only for DH to not get round to sorting anything other than his parents staying longer to cover the babysitting, leaving me to get things sorted as usual.
If DH ever thinks of buying flowers for me (rare), I received tropical monstrosoties and not traditional flowers which he knows I prefer (£5 bunch of pink or white roses from M&S rather than a £30 arrangement from the florist). Maybe this sounds ungrateful, but it should be something I like.
I am expected to be the first one to get out of bed after a night away at a hotel because I supposedly take longer to get ready. I sat there ready for about 20 mins before DH made it out of bed at all.
Before holiday, we go on shopping expeditions to sort everybody else out, to the degree that last holiday I had to go shopping when I got there for maternity clothes and I had to pack a load of completely useless 'normal' clothes which just got in the way.
I don't get help with things around the house unless I ask. Even then, it means having to accept that it won't be done for a week because DH is too busy lying on the sofa watching some reality rubbish about the police or air ambulances.
When DHs parents stay, he relinquishes all responsibilities and they help instead. He thinks this reduces my workload, it just reduces his. He just sits at the table expecting someone else to clear up instead of him.
Where DH usually takes DD to nursery and I get a lift to the tube station first so I get to work on time, I am expected to accompany FIL to nursery instead, get a later train and make it into work on time by the skin of my teeth.
There are things which I have asked to be sorted for months - a load of excess wood sitting down the side of my house left over from DHs building project in July, including sawn off slide ladders (really safe for dd) - that's 5 months of not being able to access the garden gate. Broken iron still sitting under stairs getting in the way of everything else. Hole in wall left by electrician 1 year ago still unfixed because DH hasn't got round to sorting it. Cupboard full of old DVD players and wires not emptied/put in loft to make room for books which are overflowing from another cupboard. Transformer on lights not fixed so that only half a room is lit (not prepared to get on a ladder at 6 months pregnant as don't fancy falling off, ending up in hospital and house going even more to pot while I am there).
When my parents come to stay, my dad expects my mum to wait on him hand and foot, my mum 'tries' to help but creates more work by acting like she's clueless. She might as well dress DD in the dark, she pretends she doesn't know where things go in my kitchen to empty the dishwasher, I end up making dinner instead of useless mum while dad tuts that I forgot to turn the oven on which means they will leave later than planned meaning they will get home and to bed later than 9pm and then they swan off at 6pm without helping to clear up leaving me to sort out DD, wash their bedsheets and towels.
Apparently my sister is nothing but helpful and couldn't possibly have created me more work when she came to stay. I really appreciated her jamming my nappy bin then leaving her DDs further dirty nappies in my spare room for me to deal with after she left, plus dirty tissues, dry cleaning wrapping and half empty bottles of water.
Apparently I should make more effort and start having people over for meals at the weekend - cooking I don't know when.
Apparently I will feel differently about all of this once I am on anti depressants and will still have all of the above to do, just will be singing 'a spoonful of sugar' as i do it all.