3.5 years here. Dh works. I'm at home. I get it it's my job etc. but after all this time I asked him to get me some white yoghurt today. I'm ill, I can't go.
He couldn't find it, and won't ask in case the person doesn't speak English.
I'm so sick of it. It's a small thing I know. I truly know that in the big scheme of life not having plain yoghurt isn't important. He will get bread and chocolate like Maltesers because he can recognise them. But he won't ask for help.
But I can't carry on like this because he won't speak German because he's 'embarrassed' because he can't do it perfectly. So I do it. I don't speak German perfectly either. The number of times I've had people look at me like I'm an imbecile as I try to make myself understood is a lot.
It's clearly ok for me to look incompetent, ring up the insurance, deal with the hausewart who won't speak to me as I don't speak Swiss German.
I'm ill I'm feeling sorry for myself. But really just I cannot see the point. He is never going to change no matter how long we live here. This small thing just makes me so cross.
Rant over. I feel better for getting it off my chest.