This weekend was awful. I was at work Saturday 7am - 8pm. I developed a headache mid day which began to develop into a migraine by late afternoon. I soldiered on but by 7pm it was unbearable. I felt sick, hot, head was pounding - I felt so ill that a colleague didn't want me to drive home. I did - only just made it, ran into the front door, to the bathroom and was promptly sick. I felt like death. DP came in to see if I was ok - showed a little concern but was more bothered about the fact that he'd wasted a load of food as he'd prepared a bbq for me and his kids (access night), his eldest had ditched him in favour of his girlfriend (again, 3 weeks in a row now but at 18 I'd say was to be expected!!) and I was obviously as sick as a dog. So he only had himself and his youngest son to feed. I apologised (not sure what for!) and said I'd try and eat something later. He then started moaning that he'd been on his own all day and had felt lonely and depressed 
wow - he shows no concern at the numerous times I'm on my own when he agrees to do overtime or bugger off for a weekend etc but because he was left on his own (he's 41 btw, not 4) for a whole day I was expected to feel sorry for him.
After an hour of laying in bed I managed to drag myself downstairs (only because I heard DSS2 asking if I was ok and when would I be coming down, didn't want him to think I didn't want to see him). We decided to put on a movie and watch it, just the three of us. Very nice - apart from DP kept buggering off to sit at his pc in the other room leaving it just me and dss. How can he have a go at me about leaving him on his own when he chooses to go and sit by himself when I'm there!!!
So that was saturday night. Sunday morning dp goes and sits on his pc as soon as he gets out of bed. DSS2 is upstairs alone. Last week DP had a go at me about leaving his son (who has learning difficulties) alone in his bedroom and made out that I was making him feel isolated and unwelcome. I busy myself with exam revision in the dining room, DP eventually drags DSS downstairs and then comes to me and says "will you watch scary movie with ds?" I reply "err I'm a little busy actually - why don't you watch it with him?" (dss was stood there, I felt awful but I have 6 weeks to revise and I'm working full time) - dp replied "right. come on ds, lets see what we can find for you to watch." wicked stepmother mark 1. DP was doing nothing other than pratting around on his pc. It's HIS access weekend, not mine.
At lunch time I said to DP "why don't you take DSS to cinema?" (we live 5 minutes from the cinema). He replied "errr ummm dunno if we can afford it" (this is a dig at me asking if we can be careful with money as to avoid slipping into the overdraft every month.) I say "course we can, you were going to anyway I thought?" and he replied "umm maybe next week." - the real reason for this is that he massively favours his eldest child and can't bear the thought of taking DSS2 out without DSS1 so because DSS1 doesn't want to visit, DSS2 basically gets a full weekend of watching tv and doing fuck all else.
I leave them to it.
At 2pm his eldest son texts and says "can you pick me up from my girlfriends house asap please" - so dp is good enough to use as a taxi service but not to spend the weekend with? naturally DP jumps to attention and runs off to drive an hour away to pick up DSS1 - to the detriment of DSS2 who had been looking forward to my youngest coming home in the afternoon to play xbox with him. (and notice how we can afford the extra petrol here but we can't afford to take dss2 to the cinema?)
I subtly suggest that I felt sorry for DSS2 this weekend having a shit weekend due to his eldest brother not been here and so everyones plans going tits up as usual (I worded it more diplomatically) - I got my head bit off.
So - later last night my headache begins to return. An obvious migraine pain so I lay on the sofa, take a couple of neurofen and try and chill out so it doesn't get any worse. DP then shouts from the dining room "can you just hoover the fireplace for me please?" (he'd spent all evening ripping it out). I said "give me a few minutes, I have a headache." I hear him sigh and say "right" and a few minutes later he comes in saying "I'll hoover up then since you can't be arsed. I say "do you realise how bad this headache is?" and he snaps "no its ok, you just lay there as usual and I'll do everything, I'll catch the moths (a dig at my son who is terrified of moths) and I'll empty the bin and I'll hoover the fireplace and I'll sort out the internet and I'll make the drinks ..... " he then does a little dance around the living room which is supposed to represent him running around after me. He'd been promising all night that we'd sit and watch a movie with my DS (who had been looking forward to it for hours) and he just seemed to be stalling it for as long as possible to make a point. His final words on it were "well I can't watch that until I've finished sorting the house out, had a shower, had a shave etc so it will get put on when it gets put on." 9pm we were still waiting to watch it.
10.45pm I'm feeling really shit so say I'm off to bed. He rolls his eyes and says "well, thats far too early for me so I'll see you later." Gone midnight he came to bed - today he will whinge that he'd tired and that will probably be my fault too. I'm feeling so fed up. We never used to be like this. If he hates me so much, why can't he just be honest and tell me?