DP is a fucking prick

[McBear]

So we just bought new fence panels. I'm not tall or strong enough to lift them into the concrete posts. I tried to help him and got a rusty nail in my foot. He was completely unsympathetic and expected me to continue straight away. I did, with a limp. Tried and failed again. He shouted that I was useless and he's just gonna do it on his own like he does all the handy jobs. I tell he's horrible. He. Says 'yeah well you're useless.'

Why am I with him!!!!

Just a rant really!

Anyone else with a complete dick?

Ha. In the time I wrote that he's discovered 6 of the panels are 3cm too big because he didn't measure and trusted our bodge job neighbour who said 'they must be 6ft boards'

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. we hired a van and man to bring them here.

I think that makes him a 'useless fucking prick'!

Maybe you could embrace the useless? I am useless. DP tells me I am with anything 'handy' and seeing as I cut my thumb off opening a cardboard box I should probably agree.

Gets me out of any boring DIY stuff though

didn't you tell him size matters? lol

You're both useless at DIY, get somebody in for goodness sakes!

I've never felt such a desire to laugh at his misfortune. Obv it's mine too.

The funniest part... On Tuesday he left work half an hour early to measure them because I couldn't be trusted! Cocky twat isn't he.

Sounds like most men I have ever had the pleasure/misfortune of knowing. Whats wrong with them. Such a shame that women need men to procreate. Lets fill the sperm banks and shoot them all.

What an utter swine.

Defs laugh at him - but please get yout foot checked out either at your doctor or a & e.

Sending you support.

In his defence, he has out decking in the back garden, tiled the kitchen/diner, Lino in bathroom and laid laminate in the hall and living room very well.

I told him he was lucky I'm unsure how big an inch is. From the looks of it, so is he.

I usually clean while he does DIY but I'd rather go far away as he gets so cranky. I'm currently on my fourth packet of crisps with foot in warm salt water. Heaven.

Me and DP almost broke up over DSs bunk bed. I really did try to help. But e ended up shouting, "just fuck off, fuck off away from me, you're going to kill yourself"

I feel your pain there. I'm sure you're not that bad tho and that you just didn't do it his way or couldn't read his thoughts.

I've been drafted in. Went to homebase to buy a jigsaw blade. Think I did well. Then I've moved a panel with him to cut position. I pushed the panel into the back of his calf. No abuse given but I bet he rolled his eyes.

DH now just says 'go away'.

I like watching him DIY, I can be quite handy too. But he doesn't like being watched if things are tricky. So I do as I am told.

Which, most recently, means I have a usable kitchen

Have you checked your tetanus is up to date?

I doubt it is. I'm gonna ring the docs tomorrow and see what they say. I imagine it'll be antibiotics for a week. DPs grandad just lost his leg to the knee for stepping on a rusty nail. He's old and diabetic so different kettle of fish but I take it very seriously.

The neighbour has been drafted in.

The cure and the cause... Possibly.

He is a 'professional' handy man. He's charging twenty quid to cut seven panels.

Get a tetanus jab.

Neighbour is currently on the phone to his network provider, upgrading his phone. Looong night ahead I think.

He didn't measure them first...?

Dp is useless at diy and I build everything we need, I call him useless but only ever in a jokey way, and he calls me useless in the kitchen too in the same jokey tone. I'd never say it seriously, and you stood on a rusty nail fgs. You're right, he does sound like a prick.

A&E will give you tet jab. I would insist he now put down the tools and carry you to the car and spend at least 6 hrs in A&E. After which he can be told that the doctor said you need complete sofa rest, tea and cakes, waiting on hand and foot for at least three days

I can't even see a point of entry tbh. Will still get it looked at.

He measured the ones that were obviously odd sizes and two other people have previously told him the gravel boards would absolutely be 6ft so he thought he didn't need to. Knob.

I can literally feel your foot thumping.

I got a rusty tent plug scraping my thumb, and a few hours later it was throbbing so bad I went to a/e the following day. The red trekking line was nearly up on my shoulder. I was on a drip for 5 hours before they let me go home with a course of antibiotics.

Oh shit. I'll keep an eye on it but nothing like that yet.

Update: neighbour has gone in for his tea. It's pissing it down.

I was joking but there was a serious point to my post. If you haven't had a recent tet jab you need one and the best place is A&E. Its pissing down here too.

It's stopped raining thank god.

I've had too much wine to get to a n e. Well, could get a bus.

My hand also got slammed between a falling fence panel and a concrete post. Hoping for a victory bruise.

Neighbour has sauntered off to do his weekly shop. I'm a little perturbed to pay him now. 4 more posts to go...

Hate hate hate assisting dh with DIY. He expects me to be psychic, and gives crap instructions, then gets pissed off with me when I don't do exactly as he wants by the power of reading his mind.

He also refutes any ideas I may have about how to proceed (I'm fairly practical myself), favours his own, and treats me like he is my boss and I am his lackey.
It's certainly not a dynamic that features anywhere else in our relationship except when doing DIY.

I always end up stalking off in a fury, leaving him to do it alone. Knob.

I especially love it however, when his idea doesn't work, and he is forced to concede to mine which he previously either pooh poohed, or smiled 'tolerantly' at, and it fucking works like a charm!

In your face pal!