We're moving abroad, and I guess things that have alwasy been little annoyances have now been magnified by stress. He just seems so bloody selfish, and tonight I got so angry with him when he started mentioning how hard he has to work, blahblahblah, meanwhile he has no idea how hard it is to work (PT), keep a house going, keep a DS going and making most of the decisions about DS and everybody's emotional wellbeing. Sometimes I just want to run away and, uh, hide/be irresponsible/go on mum-and-wife-strike and lie in bed with a book for a whole day, with loads of junk food, and worry about fuckall.
I'm not going to end here with a disclaimer about how much I love him because that is obvious - I'm still here, aren't I - and I did choose him then and still do.
Vent over, glass of spritzer waiting