No other thread, he's just such a misery guts, glass half empty, no one has it worse than him, he won't listen to anyone elses advice or opinion. Hates his job, hates his life, hates his wife (as I'm fat - I'm fat partly because of the above......)
He's just so negative, argumentative, and just pure hard done by. His mother is ill, possibly cancer, he hates her, despises her, had a horrible childhood (no abuse of any sort but she shouted a lot 
). If I say something about her consultant or care or diagnosis he rants and raves as how would I know (have worked in private medical insurance for 23 yrs on the claims and now sales side) and then won't take advice. For example, wanted to be at her house when she got results of ct scans - the day she had them, the minute she got home- I said oh it doesn't work like that, she'll have the scans and then the results will be analised and sent to her consultant and gp. He went mental accusing me of thinking money is more important than him finding out (he would be "unpaid" by work for half a day. GOes along, no results because like I said........
She's having colonoscopy & biopsy tomorrow - same thing, made the mistake of saying well she#ll be shot away from the ... he starts shouting and screaming that she isnt having anaesthetic - I am trying to say "she's having sedation - she'll be a bit shot away and he will possibly say if he saw something but won't give cancer (expected) diagnosis until he gets any biopsy results"... its so pathetic when I write it down and I cant win. If I dont say anything, I am wrong, if I do, I am wrong.
Remember that this is a mother he still professes to hate - this is irrelevent really - and this is a snapshot - if he wasnt moaning about this it would be something else.
Its just so wearing. The wrong baked beans, potatoes too crispy/well done/soft/hard, gravy too thick/runny/lumpy, make a cup of tea, wanted coffee, another time make coffee - wrong coffee (decaf/caf) - and its not all to do with his mother being ill.
I think he had SAD and hardonebyitis.
APparenly I can't possibly understand about anything (although I had a shit childhood its no way near as bad as his , have just lost 2 extremely close relatives to cancer etc etc)
I just needed somewhere to vent.
If I won the lottery all my troubles would be far away.
I'm not asking for advise, I am just letting off a lot of steam. AM in the prcess of nhs bariatric surgery for my weight (out of control) and am not leaving him in the forseeable future. Just cant face the thought of forever.
thank you - aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah