DH went out at the weekend. He has had very little sleep. Tension brewing all weekend. Last night we had a row over something silly and we slept in separate beds.
I got up with my 2 DS (4 and 2). Making them breakfast. DH came down. I tried to make up with him. He was sulking. Started rowing again. And then basically he started losing it. Really shouting. Stormed off. I needed to get ready and leave for work (he's on holiday) so I followed him and shouted "you need to look after your own children you arsehole"
And the 4 year old started shouting up the stairs "I'm scared mummy I'm scared"
I then had to comfort him. I forced DH to come downstairs and cuddle DS too. And DS started saying "family family I love my family. Kisses and cuddles please mummy and daddy"
I then left for work. I'm in tears on the train. I'm so ashamed this is their existence. Its not frequent but because I'm putting on a brave face and biting my tongue I guess when it happens it really goes off.
I feel deep shame. I wish I didn't have to leave them with him. I don't know how I work full time and pay for it all and be there for them.
I do try to talk calmly to DH to sort things out but he can't listen. And I hate the arguments because of the kids.
Sometimes I daydream about him just disappearing. I just wish he would walk away and never come back.