@Daftasabroom yes. He doesn’t have my back, he can’t cope, and he twists everything so that it’s all about him.
I may have told this story here before but about 14 years ago I had a “recall for further investigation” letter following a routine mammogram. I was quite upset and worried and told him when he got home from work. I was told to stop being so dramatic, then told me all about his day at work while I sat at the table, tears rolling down my face.
I broke my ankle about 9 years ago, we were walking the Dog together. I had to tell him to go home and get the car. He dropped me at A&E and left me on my own there, because he doesn’t like hospitals. He picked me up later when I rang him and when we got home I had to tell him to help me out of the car and into the house. He then poured himself a very large glass of wine (because he was stressed!) and rang his mum to tell her all about it.
I also hope he dies first, and I’m not proud of that thought.