Dh and I have just had a massive row. Except it's not really a row it's just me having a go at him while he just sits there ignoring me. Then he tells me i'm just like my mother and I kick off again.
I am ashamed about the things I say. I can't honestly say they aren't true but I would normally never ever say them outloud. But his complete indifference to my feelings and what had pissed me off in the first place just makes me so fucking mad at him.
Today it's because he has agreed without telling me, to spend our only day together for the next few weeks, with his mum doing jobs for her that he doesn't know how long it will take him. He didn't ask if I already had plans for this day and doesn't care.
He is always telling me that he doesn't have to ask my permission to do something and I agree and I don't expect him to but I do expect to be consulted when he decides to bugger off somewhere for the day without ds or I.
What also really bugs me is that there are a million jobs need doing here but he is always too tired to do them so never does. When we go out as a family he is in general a miserable fuck because he's tired. But his mum asks him to do something and he jumps too it. His mum has two other grown up sons living at home with her. why can't they do it?
He's gone to his mums now to have his hair cut and I'm still so angry with him. I've given myself a headache I've been that mad.
I have been under a lot of stress recently which has been manifesting itself in annoying physical problems (twichy eye mainly!) and I am seriously worried for my mental state. In no particular order I am stressed about my job, dh's job, money, not being able to keep on top of housework, my mum (mental health problems currently estranged from her and dh hates her anyway), recent miscarriage, oh yes and my own mental health and dh's physical health (he has recurring/consistent potentially life threatening problems he is reluctant to see a doctor about, problem is I don't know how bad it is until he goes to the doctor!!!!!) Dh's answer to everything is "don't worry about it"
but considering that I can't not worry I then get
no support because he has given me his only
pearl of wisdom already. I'm daft for worrying
about all of these things apparently.
But none of this excuses the bile that spews out of my mouth when we argue. I can't take it back. At this very moment in time I dont want to but in the morning I will and he won't want to know. I dont blame him.