Husband ( 50+ ) had hissy fit last night when he told me he was buying some money pit of a classic sports car and threw his toys out the pram complaining that I never show any interest in his passion - cars .
How am I supposed to be delighted when there's a million things that need fixing .... roof, leaking toilet, errant teen, rotting kitchen floorboards, nott o mention our flagging marriage but that's another story.
It's a cyclical thing ( thankfully not monthly ) but rears its ugly head bi-annually. I'm struggling myself at the moment to hold things together with job dis-satisfaction, depression, teens in the house ( enough said ) and trying to guide youngest through his last year at school and onto some sort of career path. we were supposed to be visiting a Uni tomorrow and of course his reluctance to bother now makes perfect sense as he was planning a trip half way across the fecking country to go view said car.
I couldn't muster enough energy to show required 'enthusiasm' and told him , it was his money he could spend it how he liked but that I would like him to participate at least, even in some small way towards his son's future. Maybe he could pretend to at least read one Uni prospectus or even < sticking my neck out here , to talk to him about possible career paths.
Sound familiar ?