We're in the process of moving house-from 2 to 3 bed (both rented)-and I'm seriously beginning to regret it.
My fiance has turned into a complete dickhead over the past week as we're packing everything up. It's like a switch has flicked since he's become a joint tenant.
I have done loads-and I mean loads-but have also been looking after my kids and trying to spend a little time with them as I only have them for half of the time.
He has told me I should "Just leave them to it" and ignore my 8 yo when he asks if he can have some lunch. I have tried to take my youngest out of the way as much as possible when we are moving things into the new place because OH gets cross if he starts to complain he is bored. But then OH says I'm "off on a jolly" if I take the kids to the park and doing nothing to help.
I suffer from quite significant anxiety having gone through serious trauma over the past couple of years, OH knows this. I have to break jobs up into manageable chunks or else I start to find things overwhelming.
This morning I broke down because the pressure is getting to me, and OH threw all of the kids clothes across the lawn. He drove off and I was left having a full-blowm panic attack. He has since apologised but I am struggling to accept his behaviour.
I finished packing boxes tonight at 10pm and have been on the go since I 0am. I don't want him to accuse me of being lazy yet again.
I also suffer from debilitating insomnia due to my anxiety and although counselling is helping, there's still some way to go.
I feel sick and scared.