We share a house and a ds who is 4. for quite a while now i've been going off dp. I dont mean to come across as a complete bitch - really I dont.
But last year i had one of the worst years ever, (had 3 Mc's, cared for my dying nan, lost my stepdad and eventually my nan, it just took its toll).
Dp's dad was diagnosed with cancer which they said was treatable and yet he had a breakdown over it. I resent him to this day that he wasnt there for me when i needed him and he crumbled at the slightest bit of bad news - this has turned me off him slightly. put together with the fact he has since gave up work to go on ESA the plan was that come this month ds would start school and dp would start to look for work again.
Instead he has gone back to college to study art and has no idea at all what to do with this course when hes finished. He acts like a 17 year old kid, doesn't do any of the housework, leaves parenting completely to me, unless ds needs disciplining then hes there ready to shout at him.
For him its all about not getting enough sex, for me its about doing everything in the house, cleaning, cooking, being a parent to ds plus I work full time - then that other person whose done absolutely nothing coming in and wanting more off you and I just feel drained. He went away recently and I loved the time alone with ds to the point where i would love to be on my alone and that scared me, i knew things were getting worse but nothing prepared e for how much I loved being away from him.
Tonight i was telling him about my shit day, he stood listening then farted then grabbed my boobs and asked if i wanted a quickie to destress.
we ate tea in silence, then I went to bed to do some work, he followed me and started reading his book and again gabbed my boob, so i shouted at him to fuck off and asked him why he was following me. now he's in bed and im on the couch looking at houses to rent. I really cant see us going back to the way it was. He is not the person I met, hes changed so much and I basically just dont like his attitude.