DH works hard. I know that. 8-6 every 5 days in a physical job. He's tired at night and at the weekend.
I work 32 hours a week. I finish early 2 days to collect DS from school to do sports, homework etc.
We have a cleaner. Used to be every week but I cut back to fort nightly and asked DH for help just keeping on top of things. DH can't shut a fucking door behind himself. It literally drives me fucking nuts. Everything in the house is left to me. I can't remember the last time he even put the bin out.
Yesterday morning we both had to be out first thing. Both got in at 10.30 and I asked for help sorting the kitchen - it really looked like a bomb had gone off. Clothes on the floor, gym kits, school bags and lots of dishes from Friday etc. I asked for the help, I did something else to turn round and see he'd taken himself off to bed, shut the door, curtains shut etc. I walked in and said I'd asked for help. His response was that it was Saturday and he needed a rest. I told him not to dare come out with that shit and walked out. Silent treatment for the rest of the day. I apologised for shouting but explained I was extremely hurt that I'd asked for help and he turned about and went to bed.
On and off silent treatment until tonight. Lots of puffing and sighing when I've tried to make conversation. I've tried to be chatty about DS, sports with both enjoy etc and about 2 hours ago I just said to him what's going on? I can't live like this with the silent treatment. I apologised for having a go over 24 hours ago and he's still treating me like shit. His response was he feels like a burden in the house. Did he want him to move out. I said I don't know but I can't continue like this with the silent treatment and every weekend him being the same
DH does as he pleases during the week due to the long commute he has and the long hours he works. All I need is some help in the house.
I love him but I just don't know if I was to live with him anymore
This all sounds very petty. I just want to be on my own with DS.
He feels a burden and I feel like a fucking slave.
I a, sorry for rambling. I am trying really hard not to cry.