DH loves his work. To distraction I would hazard a guess. He leaves about 7.30am, arrives back, well at the latest 8pm. I am in bed at this point, a long day with uninterrupted, well you know how it is. Then after a bit of a catch up, out comes the computer and he is at it till gone 12pm. I could sit in the front room in front of telly, or go to bed and read...there ye go.
he takes nearly no time off work. Won't take a 2 week holiday, a week is usually the furtherst it goes. at the moment, he has a month of "really crucial meetings, everything depends on it" and quite frankly i am at tipping point.
most evenings he is home to put DD2 to bed. At the weekends I am so tense you could rig me up to the national grid and power a small town. Its like, lets cram fucking everything into 48 hours and call it a life. i am so resentful. When we met, we both worked hard. but, I am at home (looking for work) and feel like a mat. There are things to be done around the house, sick of waiting for something to happen. Forget it now. Has not booked the tickets for a family night at a club for Bonfire night...ie tomorrow. Looked at me and said "can you be arsed?"
is this what life is meant to be?