I just reread that blog post. It really resonates. I love dh so much and I know he loves me. And he's actually a wonderful husband and father who does loads. But....
I am just so tired of doing all the bloody thinking. I just want him to stop and think or plan or consider. Today, it was yet another minor situation where he didn't think. So small. So petty. But it really is death by a thousand paper cuts.
The list of things that wouldn't happen if I didn't think, plan, research and execute is endless. And as the main breadwinner and the one who works full time, I resent it even more. From birthdays to play dates to extra curricular activities to health care needs. Its all on me. He says he will do the cleaning but either it isn't done or its half hearted. And so I get to spend my time in a dirty house or clean it myself because if I suggest a cleaner he freaks out and says he will do it and I should stop being so controlling. He literally cannot understand that seeing the dirt is painful for me. Instead I should be grateful if he remembers to do the bathroom and the washing (even though there are constant piles and i have to deal with his stress when he realises hes done 4 loads but hasn't bothered to make sure he has done ds' football kit since the previous saturday).
He loves me, I know this. But he really can't see my.perspective.
I dont really know what I expect from this post. Just to get it out I suppose. I did contact a counselor. But haven't been able to bring myself to take it forward at an individual or couple level. Not sure why.