Dh and I have been struggling for over a year - no abuse or cheating just general lack of communication and struggling with him working away and me being stuck at home with dc’s. We talked about it in Jan and decided we wanted to try and work things out, we were starting to make progress (I think) but then lockdown happened.
Dh normally works away Monday-Friday (I normally only see him Saturday morning - Sunday early evening though due to him having to work long hours and long commute. Since he has been home I think I’ve realised that I might actually hate him. He’s driving me mad - he’s in his office room 8.30 - 7pm, finishes work, eats tea, goes for a bike ride, has a shower and then sits in his office watching films. He doesn’t interact with the kids day to day, if they ask him to do anything he just says he’ll do it at the weekend as it’s a work day, even if it’s something like ‘can you help me find my shoes?’
He just walked into the sitting room and I was in the sofa with a cup of tea at my feet. He gasped and dived to get it, picked it up and handed it to me shaking his head as if I’d just left a kilo of heroin on the floor for the kids. Now I’m sitting in the bathroom crying because he thinks I’m so incompetent that I can’t drink a cup of tea without it being a massive safety risk. I’m so fucking angry and fed up of this miserable bastard just lurking around the house like a fucking dementor.