My partner and I live together and have two kids. We live in a 2 bedroom apartment. He still works from home after covid. So he's at our kitchen table to work, which is also in the living room! Open plan and all of that. He's always been quite a lazy person, but will absolutely not admit this and will say I am the lazy one, even though I'm the one that does everything aside from work. So I don't complain even though I struggle. He's one of those men that truly believe being at stay at home mum is just women being lazy basically and we have it easy.
He's obsessed with a video game and has it on the main tv in the living room pretty much constantly or he's taking a nap. He stays up until 2-6am playing the game. I also like gaming, but this is too much. His eyes never leave a screen unless he's asleep. He binge eats and is severely overweight, but of course that's my fault as it's the dinners I cook?? It's not waking up in the night and eating a jar of peanut butter or having another dinner when I've gone to bed.
He treats me like I'm invisible. Won't start a conversation, won't ask how I am anymore (this started about 4 weeks ago). He will talk to me like a professional at work and only really about the kids. I don't like to be made to feel that I am not worthy of his time. It's embarrassing. Anytime we have a disagreement or an argument, he smirks and laughs at me THE WHOLE TIME. That is enraging. I don't really argue back with him to be fair. He usually talks to me like shit and raises his voice and I slink away like a loser.
Last night he got extremely drunk as usual and was stopping breathing in his sleep which woke him up. He stumbled about smashing into things, walked into our bedroom bathroom without turning on lights and pissed.
The seat was down. My very expensive dehumidifier was resting on top of it (we don't really use that toilet). The bathroom was flooded with piss. He stumbled back to bed with piss stains all over his boxers and continued to snore and flail around in his sleep constantly hitting me.
This isn't even a quarter of the gross things he does.
I haven't wanted to be with him for so long. I have no savings and nowhere to go. I am scared of him in the sense that I walk on eggshells, wondering if he's going to have a go at me for something while he's laying in the middle of the room, playing his game.
I'm actually embarrassed of myself and I needed to share this with someone.