Things have been bad for a while now but I think this time we're at the point of no return. DH won't even talk to me anymore, says he's fed-up. He's constantly moody and irritated with me. Any pathetic attempt from me to start a conversation is met with a sigh, eye rolling and a one-sentence answer. The other day when I was having breakfast he started throwing me irritated and disgusted looks and when I asked him what was wrong he said "you eat quite a lot." (I was having my usual breakfast consisting of two pieces of toast, I don't think it's excessive?) He's been going on about my weight for a while now. I'm not slim by any means and I've gone up a dress size since having kids but by no means obese either (size 14, 5 f 6), and he is more overweight than me.
I just feel sick to my stomach. He walks around and finds faults in everything. He let me sort out everything for DC's birthday party the other day, then walked around complaining about everything and moaned when I asked him to do ONE thing (do the music for musical statues). The day before DC's birthday he still hadn't bought her anything despite me reminding him several times and when I said we should get anything he just said "is she expecting anything?" WTF! (He got her something in the end).
He does have some positive sides, for example he's reliable, good with money and would never cheat. Since we've met he has always paid more than me in terms of bills etc (he earns more though). And a major reason why I haven't left already, apart from ruining the children's lives obviously, is that I wouldn't have enough money to live on. I honestly don't know what to do. Our DC1 would be devastated (DC2 is only 1 but obviously it would impact him too). But the thought of this being my life fills me with despair.