Feel free to ignore this entire post, but I need to moan...
I've spent the entire day going from one argument to another today with dp, mstly about hoousework.
I'm forgetting why I'm doing this now, as the more I improve, the more he expects, and nothing is ever good enough.
I can clean all day, and he'll come in and notice that I haven't wiped the table down an hour after tea. He can't just do it himself, though, he has to point it out to me first.
Now when I do anything, it will feel like I'm doing it because I've been told to, not because it needs doing, or I am taking pride in my home.
He's spent all day winding me up, had me in tears more than once, and then says sorry, goes out and thinks its all forgotten.
I'm going to stew all night now.
He's just come back with more apologies, and chocolate...