Right so I know I'm probably going to get a chorus of LTB, but just for background, DP and I have been together for about 7 years now. We have 1 DS who is 18 months old. We share a house together, both work and pay equally etc.
So yesterday we had an argument, which has been somewhat reoccurring over the past few months. Basically, he has become lazy, and leaves everything to me. Yes, he works more hours than me, but I am home every evening to put DS to bed etc. He literally doesn't care one jot about housework, but also refuses to let me get a cleaner. So not sure what I'm meant to do.
I needed calm down, as I was so annoyed, and didn't want to be around him. He will just ignore me when he's in a mood and it's not a good environment for DS. So, I left. I will add, that he does his EVERY time we argue, will fuck off to god knows where until he is ready to come home and talk. Or sit and ignore me, whichever!
So after a few hours, I go home. And...he's locked me out the house
not sure what he was trying to achieve to be honest but there we go. I stood outside, calmly, but knocking the door/window, thinking he would let me in, not wanting DS to be woken. He texts my Dad telling him to call me and tell me to calm down because I was 'acting like a lunatic' apparently. I wasn't, I was calm. Anyway, so he eventually lets me in. Not a word is said between us, and I go to bed, he sleeps on the sofa which is usual after we have argued.
This morning wake up to find my engagement ring and another ring he got me, gone.
I will admit I was really petty and whilst he was in the shower, I hid his iwatch. He did ask if I'd seen it, probably assuming DS had messed with it. I said, 'have you checked if it's win my rings?'. He said 'it's over, you don't need them anymore'. I said fair enough and he goes off to work.
But, now I've realised he's taken his car, which has the car seat and pushchair in it. We have a car each, and we swap depending who has DS. So if I'm off and he's working, he takes my car, because the car seat etc is in his car. It's always been like that.
So now, I'm sat here absolutely raging, and DS is already bouncing off the walls and because that selfish prick has taken his car, we can't go to playgroup now. He's text me saying he's going to ring an estate agent to come and value the house so we can sell.
I will add, we had only just made up on Sunday, from an argument about something else earlier in the week.


