These are the things DH has done since Friday evening to piss me off. Either, he's trying to antagonise me, he's brain dead, or I'm an unreasonable bitch.
What do you think?
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He points out that he's being treated unfairly by me because I point out that he doesn't clear up after himself and he says hes offended because I tell him to clean up after himself more than I do the toddler and the 5 year old 😳.
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on a family day out he walks around in a world of his own, like a complete zombie whilst I chase around after the toddler, answer never ending questions from the 5 year old whilst he walks off in some sort of trance.
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As the toddler makes a break for it on the car park I have to remind DH to hold his hand as DH lets go of it in another weird trance.
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we get to the car and he ignores the 2 children running around the car to take his own coat and wellies off, I am trying to get 2 kids in the car, get their wellies and coats off, whilst he sees to himself.
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He then gets in the car after I tell him to "help me with the fucking kids" and as I'm bending down to unfasten my shoes and finally see to himself, starts the exhaust and I'm filled with a face full of exhaust fumes. By this point I'm telling him that I hate spending time with him and feel like a bitch but completely at the end of my tether.
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we arrive at the pub for dinner on the way home because I'm not fucking cooking after the day I've had and after ordering from the allergen menu for the toddler, he forgets said allergen and decides to try and give him food off his plate that contains said allergen. He had "forgot" that the food contains this allergen.
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Sunday morning, the children have swimming lessons so I take them because I haven't seen them swim for months and ask DH to clean the bedrooms and bathroom as I usually do this on a Sunday afternoon but he wants to go cycling with friends so I wont be able to as I will have DCs. However, he has a long bath first, nips to the shops, visits his sister and leaves 30 minutes to do the cleaning.
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I go upstairs once he has left for cycling and see that everything that was on the floor in bedrooms is piled high up on the beds, toys, chairs, dolls houses, train sets, everything. Because he's had to vacumm. The landing is strewn with shampoo bottles, razers, soap etc where he's cleaned the shelves in the bathroom and left everything that is on the shelves all over the floor of the landing.
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I enter the utility room and he's kindly split the washing into 4 loads strewn all over the floor, seemingly leaving them for me to wash in the space of one afternoon looking after 2 young kids when he could have just left all the clothes in the washing basket. So I spend another 5 minutes scooping up all the colour coded piles of dirty clothes to put back in the laundry basket.
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I've had enough by 10pm on Sunday and write on the family calender that next weekend,I'm having a cleaning day and he's got the kids. He's come in from work this evening, seen it and requested I change it to another day as he would like to go cycling.
I want to move out.
AIBU?!