Ok, well not literally. But I feel as if I have a teenage son rather than a husband.
He has turned the spare room into a 'games room' which is exactly the same as the room he had at his parents. He is on his computer from 9am until 11pm at night, and when he finishes work at 5pm he wants to watch cartoons or pay Xbox all evening. He sleeps in there too.
He wears the same clothes for a whole week (night and day) and I have to nag him to change, wear deoderant, brush his teeth, etc etc.
When I subway going for a walk he says no, he wants to stay in, it's too cold, he can't be bothered etc etc.
His diet is crisps, sweets, biscuits and cereal.
He has definitely got worse, I've noticed this decline since he started working from home due to covid in February.
We are both nearly 30. I feel so low that this is my life. I want to have a baby in the not too distant future but it seems I have one already! And I would feel guilty if we had a child as I think it would put too much pressure on him as he's obviously mentally immature.
I am going through a hard time at the moment already, with bad anxiety and depression. I would find it hard to pack my bags and got in my mental state.
Sorry, just needed to vent.