Have name changed for this.
But I am really starting to almost hate Dh.
We are very isolated where we live, all family is abroad and I am struggling to learn the language so am stuck at home all day with our 2 dd's who are 4 and 2.
Dh tbf, does all the shopping and the majority of the cooking. Mainly as I have no bank card or bank account and he enjoys cooking more then me, I see it as a chore.
But that is all he does. I do everything else. When he gets in from work, other than cooking the evening meal he sits on the computer playing on-line games, watching sport on-line or chatting on FB every night and pretty much ignoring everything else. The children will be playing up and climbing all over me and he barely notices half the time.
The other night we did not eat till midnight. He has decided we were having chicken fried rice, and after I had sorted the kids dinner out, he said he was waiting for me to do the rice, as I always cook the rice and he does the rest...so I did the rice, and then sat and waited hours for him to make the rest of it, he was too busy on his online game chatting and laughing. Tbf, I should have just gone and got something else myself, but I was curious and too annoyed waiting to see just how long he would leave it!
I am fed up of having to get up of a morning and pick up empty pop bottles and empty crisp bags from where he sits.
What has really annoyed me and quite frankly made him never want to touch me again is a few nights ago. I had fallen asleep reading, and woke up when my book dropped and hit me in the face! I turned the light off and started dozing off again. He decided he wanted sex, and started snuggling and kissing my back, I said I was too tired and already half asleep, but he just carried on bloody well practically humping my back, saying I could just lie there, I only needed to remove my underwear. He was only half joking, but he just went on and on, tugging away until I gave up and told him to just get on with it and lifted up to remove my underwear, at which point he gave this fucking childish little "he he he" and just got on with it! He then rolls over and falls asleep snoring away, and I am left lying there bloody furious and awake for ages. Quite frankly though I feel as if he used me to bloody well masturbate on, it was not sex was it!
Every time I look at him I just think he is a childish, selfish fucking twat. He had never done anything like the above before, sometimes I had started out not quite in the mood, and had either got into it, or stayed not in the mood and he was fine with that and we did not have sex, just cuddled or chatted for a bit.
I feel like if I had the courage or the means to even do it, i would be home with my parents like a shot. I gave up a career to move here with him, for a job he really wanted, and what has it got me, nothing! I am bloody stuck here with nowhere to go, no family, no friends and no way of getting home.