So this weekend I got the rage. It started on Friday. I had asked dp to remove the bag of dirty clothes and pants that he has left in the living room for the past 2 weeks. Yes. 2 weeks. Got home. He's at the pub. Bag still in the living room. Claims he couldn’t come and move it because he would be late meeting his mate at the pub.
The weekend then descended into the routine of every weekend; he goes out, gets pissed, invites friends round to sleep, stays up til 3am+, wakes up the next day claiming he is too tired to do anything and needs a rest day so sits in his pants all day why I am up running around managing everything on barely any sleep because I've been kept awake all fucking night.
I cleaned the whole fucking flat inside and out this weekend. Cleaned and took the car to the garage. Sorted the shopping. Sorted all bills/paperwork. Made sure all of our house guests and 'dp' had everything they could possibly need even after being kept up til 6am on Sunday morning (I got up at 10am).
What was the sum of his efforts? He moved his bag of dirty pants from the living room into the bedroom. That's it. Couldn't even manage to take said clothes out and put them in the washing basket.
So last night when I finally went to bed the red mist descended. Why on earth am I living like a slave? Why am I letting this man get away with walking all over me? Why am I sacrificing what I want from life to pick up after a lazy man-child? I long for a weekend away! A day at a spa! A day out at the beach! Or even a day where I wake up and someone is kind enough to offer to make me a hot drink!
So, 11:30pm last night I wrote him this....
Dear DP,
Another weekend has gone by in which I feel myself going madder, growing older and becoming unhappier.
Another weekend where I spend all my time feeling like I'm your personal chef, housemaid and whore at your beckon call.
Another weekend where I have to watch you on sit your arse, unable to offer me anything other than 'when can you suck my cock' and 'what's for lunch'.
Do you fail to see how little you do to help me, or are you actually just that lazy?
I've had enough of your 'rest days' and honestly if I have to take another excuse as to why you are unable to get off your arse, step up and help I'm going to scream.
Grow the fuck up. I am done with you taking advantage of me. Don't you ever dare to tell me how much of a fucking feminist you are when all ‘wife work’ is left to me.
I'm fucking angry, if you hadn't of guessed.
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So yeah…did I go too far? Was I too mean? I really was pretty harsh but I had 5 years of resentment that just had to come out. It’s all got to a head lately by him telling me that he’s the biggest feminist I’ll ever meet and I can’t help but think no, you’re just a complete COCK who thinks going out drinking and hanging out with your mates trumps being a responsible adult.
Sorry in advance for the swearing!