He has always been a selfish man - in his wedding speech he said one of the reasons he loves me is that I didn't let him get away with it, that I made him think of others and consequently made him a better man. But god knows I am so tired of doing this - eight years together and he still never puts anyone but himself first, and we have a child now.
It nearly broke us a couple of years ago. I was on the verge of leaving him - bag packed, on the way out the door - but he broke and begged me to stay, promised me he'd change, that he'd do anything. We went to counselling and for a while things did get better, but since DD came along (planned and very much wanted) he's been on a backward slide.
Every day, I get up with her first thing, change her, feed her, and he gets to spend some time with her (being happy and lovely as she usually is in the morning) before he goes to work. The rest of my day is spent trying to get things done whilst looking after her - she is a very clingy, lively 5 month old who doesn't sleep much during the day, requires a lot of stimulation and hates to be put down. He comes home and will - eventually, once he's got himself settled to his liking, checked his email, surfed the net for a while (because he needs to "unwind" after a stressful day) - take her and play with her for a bit. Never for long, and as soon as she starts getting fractious, she's handed back to me. So I take upstairs and begin trying to get her settled for the night - this normally takes a couple of hours - whilst he sits in front of the tv drinking wine and relaxing. Finally get her down, usually some time between 8 and 9pm, come downstairs - and proceed to make dinner, because it hasn't occurred to him to do so. Once we've eaten he washes up - usually commenting on the amount of washing up I've created for him - and I go to bed, because in a couple of hours DD will be awake again. Spend the night up and down feeding DD (she's breastfed), going into her room to do it so we don't disturb him - after all, he's got to work tomorrow (I'm on maternity leave). Lather, rinse, repeat the next day....
I don't even mind too much most of the time - he does work hard, and his work provides us with a very nice lifestyle, and whilst I'm not at work I don't mind taking on the majority of the childcare duties. But on Friday he finished his job, ready to start with a new company in July, and despite the fact he has 3 weeks off inbetween, I still seem to be expected to do everything. I've had some sort of cold virus for the past couple of days and woke up this morning feeling like death - feverish, sore throat, headache, aching all over. He left me in bed with DD for a couple of hours - because dealing with a teething baby is so restful - then went out to meet a friend for lunch, taking DD with him so that I have a chance to pack for our holiday tomorrow - but I'm not to pack too much, mind, because he doesn't want to carry a heavy bag.
Not once did he ask if I needed anything, or if he could get me anything before he left. Having had no breakfast, I have taken a break from washing and packing to forage for food and there's not a damn thing in the house, not even bread. I've been away for a few days with DD, you see (went to my mother's for a couple of days because she wanted "to look after me" - some hope, the first day she decided she was feeling too ill to cook a meal, so I did it, and the next day because I'd bought her lunch she wasn't hungry enough for dinner, so I should sort myself out - thanks so much for the looking after there mum), and keeping the fridge filled is apparently something only I can do.
So I'm alone, hungry, unwell, and packing for a trip I'd really rather not go on, because I'll be struggling to look after DD on my own whilst "D"H "unwinds". If I raise all this with him it'll go one of two ways - a big bloody row where he reminds me of all the things he does for me, followed by giving me the silent treatment till I apologise for upsetting him; or he'll decide I'm right, and start off on this enormous guilt trip with much wailing and gnashing off teeth about what a terrible person he is, until I feel so guilty for making him feel bad that I start reassuring him that he isn't, and we start the whole cycle again.
I can't bear it, I just want him to put me and DD first occasionally without needing to be told to. Sometimes I wonder if I should leave him, just take DD and go - at least then I'd only have the one child to look after. But seeing this all written down, it all seems a bit petty, and I wonder if I'm overreacting.