Because I now hate him. In my opinion he a rubbish partner, rubbish house mate, rubbish father and general arsehole.
Everything that has happened in the past has also bubbled to the surface and I can't let it go, like when he bought his ex an Xmas present but me nothing (5+ years ago should move on again). I feel angry and resentful towards him the whole time. He does nothing to help me. Brings nothing to my life. Would go as far to say nothing to my son's life. I feel very ragey just thinking about it.
Nothing is ever good enough. Monday - what did you buy for dessert, me - nothing (I have no bloody income!) him - not good enough. And no he gives me no money towards DS or food. I've saved hard for my maternity leave.
Yesterday I cooked a strudel (shop bought ages ago). "Did you get custard" "nope" "ice cream" "nope" cue sad face and puppy eyes and how can we possibly eat strudel without fucking custard or ice cream.
He drinks every day and it majorly pisses me off. Outside our house looks like a pub for all the bottles. It's embarrassing. Fortunately only our lovely next door neighbors see it.
Oh and he is always tired and achey. I can't possibly be as tired as him. I'm usually awake from 3 am onwards. But he works. I just sit on my fat arse all day doing f-all. Not picking up after him because he is too lazy to even make the bed in the morning. You know the one he obviously doesn't sleep in because he is soo tired.
I feel trapped by his backwards misogynistic ways and thinking. I just want to feel loved by a decent man and enjoy life again. I don't think we'll ever get back to that place as I harbour so much hurt, anger and resentment.
There's so much more but I'd never finish if I started. Apart from my son, who brings me such joy, I feel devoid of anything positive.