Sorry, this isn't as big a problem as loads of people have on here, but I'm at the end of my tether with DH and his attitude towards work.
I had a part time job A that, for practical reasons, I have to stay close to. We'd like to move, so it made sense to do something else.
DH was made redundant at around the same time as we had DH. He was going to look for a good job but got offered a part time job with his friend, which he does along with freelancing.
We discussed it at length, and decided I'd keep job A, look for something less tying, and DH would also look for other work or to try and build up his business.
Around the same time as I came back from maternity leave, I found another job, B, which I can do from anywhere. I also picked up a bit of freelancing. And I do the bulk of the childcare.
DH hasn't really looked for another job (he's applied for a handful), and hasn't done anything to look for anything else. He does work hard. But he thinks I shouldn't leave any of my jobs until we've got a mortgage on a new place.
The thing is, I've been doing this since November and he just seems to be coming up with more excuses about moving. If, for example, I suggest going to get a list of stuff from B&Q, he insists that only he goes and then comes back with one fucking tin of paint, and we end up both having to go and get the rest of it later on, wasting time. I'm absolutely knackered and starting to make mistakes at work, and am also constantly trying to work AND look after DS at the same time.
Originally we were meant to be saving hard for a bigger deposit but since then have inherited some money; possibly enough to buy a new house while renting this one. The practicalities of the money are taking a while to sort, which is fair enough, but DH isn't really doing everything he can to resolve things and get ready to move either.
DS was a much wanted baby who we had after several goes of IVF. We'd had years of discussing at length how we'd want somewhere with a garden and with a good school if we had kids. We're still stuck in a flat in an area with no good schools and I'm getting run into the ground. I have repeatedly said I've had enough and have been in tears most days in the last fortnight but it just seems to annoy him. Help!