I'm mostly venting, and it's nothing to wht some people here are coping with but I don't think I can do this anymore.
In the last week my DH has managed to lose: his keys, his bank card, his £200 leather coat and now my company car park pass.
It's typical of him, and the grouping of them has made me realise how typical. He's feckless and careless and I'm sat here, knowing that tomorrow I have to go into work to confess 'I've' lost the pass, and knowing that I'm likely to face serious disciplinary action because of it.
The keys were a pain and somewhat expensive. The coat was his issue - except that replacing it will come from family money and will mean yet another year without sorting out the back garden and another year our 2 yo DD can't play in it. The bank card was just 'one of those things' (I've done it - everyone has) but it has caused chaos all week as he's been off work with DD so has had to borrow mine, or not have a way to take her out - which has meant I'm a week behind being able to sort out all the bills and stuff.
But the car parking pass, as daft as it sounds, may be about to blow our family to hell - it literally might cost me my job.
And the worst thing - he doesn't care. He's sulking because I'm making him look for it. He's 'turned the car upside down' but when I ask him if he's looked in x,y or z, he hasn't. Ad now he's trying to blame me, saying I moved it.
I didn't. I haven't and I've had enough.
It's every time we just get straight. We've had years of issues, mostly caused by his family's various problems. It's life, it happens and I don'thold it againt him, but every time, everytime we get organised and top of things again, he does something thoughtless and sloppy like this and lows it all to hell.
He's gaffed car insurance, he's forgotten to ring people.
I feel like his mother, not his wife. I'm always the one to organise everything, always the one who plans. He just drifts through life, gormless, and I fix shit when it happens.
And I can't do it again. I just can't. I need a break.
Today, I literally paid off the last of mortgage and council tax arrears generated from bailing out his fmaily from the last crisis. It's taken us 2 years to get right - two years of worrying about every bill, of getting to week three of the month and panicking.
I got 5 hours to breathe, and then this. Tomorrow, because he couldn't be careful for 5 minutes, I may be fired, and then we're screwed. I'm half our income, and I'll not get nother job in our area, in my field without a credit check I can't pass for at least 12 months.
I love him. I've loved him for twelve years, but, right now, I'm done.
Sorry for babbling.