Sorry this will be a long rant, I have to get it off my chest and I can't call anyone as he'll hear.
My arsehole dp is lying in bed asleep snoring his head off having left me in tears downstairs AGAIN.
He's such a lazy uncaring tosser. He says that I should be "less tired" (despite being 7 months pregnant) because apparently I sleep in til noon every day and "do nothing" around the house. (Because obviously rooms clean themselves)
Obviously my goal in life should be have a spotless house, perfectly crisp clean clothes hung in his wardrobe and his dinner on the table when he gets home, while simultaneously looking great and having interesting things to talk about every day when he gets home.
Of course the fact that I have no job, money or friends and the most excitement I get all week is the weekly shop doesn't factor into it, I should be ecstatically scrubbing his gussets every day and look forward to every weekend of staring at the back of his head while he watches tv/plays on the computer/generally sits on his fat arse and ignores me.
Woe betide I should ever ask him to DO anything, as I have no right as he works. And because he works (again, sitting on his arse in front of a computer, hardly manual labour) he's too tired to wash up/cook/put things actually into the bin as opposed to NEXT to the bin etc. And of course, weekends are his days off so I can't possibly ask him to do anything then either, can I?
He doesnt believe that I'm tired or achy, thinks I'm faking it, thinks I got pregnant so I don't have to work, and thinks that I got fired on purpose because I hate work. Despite the fact that I've had to borrow money from my family and I'm selling half my belongings this weekend to try and keep us afloat. Yes, I much prefer that!
He does NOTHING for me, EVER. Doesn't ever cook a single meal, not even a sandwich, doesn't do anything around the house or take me anywhere, never buys me ANYTHING ever (even when we had money he didn't) he works in IT but won't fix my computer, won't ever rub my back or do anthing thoughtful or express any interest in the baby, but it's all ok because he says he loves me. And that should be enough!
I just feel like he doesn't give a flying fuck about me or the baby, he isn't going to help when the baby is here, and doesn't see anthing wrong with his behaviour. In fact he feels he does too much! I know he'll come down in a bit refreshed, and ask me if I'm "still being moody for no reason".
All he really cares about is films and music and playing games, and having toys like remote control cars, and I'm the miserable drag who worries about the bills, the household stuff and our future with the baby.
I feel like I've been forced into the role of his Mother, except that I just want to punch him in the face for being such a selfish uncaring bastard.