I need to put things in writing now and then. Dh being difficult again. Calling the girls names, because they annoy him (they're adults waiting to go to uni), twisting and turning so that it's never his fault. Yes he's an abusive arse, although apparently that's me, haven't worked out how yet. I keep playing the part of peacemaker but I'm tired of it. I know he's disabled, I know he's in pain but for fucks sake, so am I. He has choices nobody else has. He has topsy turvy bedtimes because I HAVE to get up in the morning because if I didn't nobody would get to school/college. He doesn't like supermarkets, neither do I but I HAVE to do it or it wouldn't be done. He's never done a school run, cleaned a loo. Oh god, I could bore forever. I'm tired, I'm getting old and the rest of my life isn't going to be spent not going out because he makes it so awful when I get back, and not staying in because he doesn't like me going out. It's not going to be spent waiting on him hand and bloody foot. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of him calling us all names, tired of treading on eggshells. Tired.