I just need to get this out really, can’t tell anyone in RL and don’t really want to.
Been with DH 11 years, married for 3, with 2 yo DD and 12 week old DS. DH always had a short fuse but never been violent in any way towards me, it’s mainly his words and in my opinion can be quite horrible.
Rows we have, I usually get called a ‘dickhead’ and a ‘moron’. On one occasion I snapped and called him one too, so no angel myself.
This one is a doozy though. On saturday night, I went out for the first time since DS was born, only to my sisters, 1 bottle of beer and 2 vodka lemonades. Home for 11, in bed for 11.30 DS woke for a feed at 12.30, and DH took him and said to go back to bed. I woke up to DH waking me at 2.45 saying he couldn’t stay awake much longer. No problem, I get up. By the time I resettled DS, it was nearly 4am and I dozed on the sofa until DD decided to start her day at 5. By 9am, I was extremely tired only having about 3 or so hours sleep, so made a coffee and at 9.30 attempted to rouse DH, stating I needed to sleep for an hour as was falling asleep downstairs and both little ones were awake.
DH came downstairs 30 mins later in a foul mood, saying I selfish, as he didn’t feel well and I only think of myself and how little sleep i’ve had and I don’t appreciate that he stayed awake until nearly 3am.
I didn’t know he didn’t feel well and I stated that I was grateful but just needed an hour to be able to function the rest of the day. He countered by saying it wasn’t his fault I went out when I didn’t need to, my own problem etc etc. In the end I retorted that he as a general rule gets more sleep than I do, as obviously he has to go to work but he’s on AL for 2 weeks so no issue with him going back to back. As he started to say something back, I turned to walk away, at which he shouted at me to ‘stop fucking walking off’ that i’m a dickhead a nobhead and told me to fuck off. All while both kids were in the living room and awake. He then proceeded to storm out and slammed the door hard as he did so. When he returned he told me to ‘fuck off back to bed then’, to which my response was to tell him to never speak to me like that in front of my children again.
Well he has taken that literally, refusing to speak to me, apart from to tell me i’ve ruined a t shirt of his in the wash, not acknowledging when I speak to him, and has now refused to eat the second evening meal I have cooked. We’re skint until friday and can’t afford to be wasting food ffs.
So it appears we are at a stalemate because now I am getting angry. And I can’t tell my family this because I don’t think they would treat him the same if we sorted this out. But I am truely fed up of the name calling every arguement or disagreement.
I’m meant to be going on his sisters hen do this saturday coming, but I guess not anymore.
I just don’t know what to do. I dont want us to be over really but something has got to change.
Sorry that was so long, I guess I just needed to vent.