Myself and dh have had a strained few years, and a few months ago stayed at his parents (while they were on holiday) for a few days while we worked out our relationship.
This weekend I had family visiting, and dh was good, until he got drunk.
Friday night we went into town, all was good, drinks were flowing, and dh just seemed to switch, he started looking at other women but in embarrassing way, so I tried to get him to come back, all the while I being told to fook off, etc.... A lad came up to me and asked me where the best places were, and dh marched right up to me put his arms around me and kissed me, but not in a nice way. I felt sorry for the guy and tried to ask were the good clubs are and he just ignored us, poor guy looked at me like I was in desperate need of help.
That night, dh slept on the sofa, and unfortunately he wet the sofa (i have to state dh has a medical condition, and this can sometimes happen, he can take medication for this but leaves him impotent) I asked if he cleaned it up and I knew he was lying so I pulled the sofa out and sure enough our wood floor was soaking, but he said he thought I would clean it up, at this I got the mop, bucket and bleach and im afraid to say I threw it at him.
Our oldest child plays football, at his football matches on the Saturday morning dh was really loud and laying into him, I kept shouting at him to lay off as ds is only 7, and he does not need that pressure on him. Dh then swore at me and said "what the fuck did I know about football" I said this isn't about football, its about YOU damaging our child's confidence, he doesn't need to be told off by you constantly and then by his coach.
Saturday morning dh apologises and says he can't remember. Football issue he thinks he was correct.
So Saturday night, in our home time, me and family not really drinking, except for 3 of the men, which was dh.
Everything was fine, until we got home, then I became a bitch, slut (I've only ever slept with dh) he's only with me because of the kids etc....
Sunday morning I was at work and couldn't say anything as our children were present, but I didn't pull him aside and told him, did he have a good night last night and he said he did, I said well at least one of us did, after all I was just a fooking slut who needed putting in my place (apparently he was furious that he had to clean his own urine up and bleach the sofa and floor) he looked at me in shock.
So that was my weekend.
Today I feel down, I'm sick of doing all the housework, he does nothing (except bins, and putting the Washing away) but everything else is left to me.
However he does work 12 hr days, 7 days a week. And he is an amazing father, if he can he will do bedtime, pick the kids up from school, and do anything he possibly can do when it comes to our sons.
He rarely drinks as we don't get the chance too.
As a wife I just feel like I'm a cleaner, a worker, cook etc.... We go to bed at night and he turns his back on me.
I know he's had enough of our situation, he feels like I don't love him, and I do, with all my heart, I don't know of his weekends behaviour, is now finally got to me or if I'm taking my frustration at the lack of our marriage.
I don't know what to expect from this post tbh.