I've been ill for the best part of 2 weeks now. Properly ill, in fact the worse I've ever felt.
I'm off work, plus I'm on antibiotics, inhalers, steroid tablets etc.
Anyway, dp is being such an arse about it. It's all my fault because I didn't take enough time off work last week. We've been at each others throats ever since and he quite clearly resents the fact that he has to take and pick up ds from the cm, he has to get him ready for bed, and that he actually has to do a bit of housework as well.
We are supposed to be going on holiday at the weekend, and aside from not feeling well enough, I just can't stand the thought of spending 2 weeks with dp.
I just would have expected a little bit of sympathy, even if the love and care are nowhere to be seen