This is really at the crux of it and it's where it gets so fucking wearing. Being the one who is doing all the therapy, all the self-reflection, all the adapting and changing. I'm exhausted with it. I'm exhausted with spelling out what should be absolutely self-evident.
I had a really nice morning after a shitty week with my illness. I was out for 3 hours planned in advance. DH just shat all over it. He needed to go out this morning and do some work he chose to take on. HIS choice. He needed DC to accompany him and they refused.
Rather than face being bad cop (ie actually laying down the law and parenting) he sulked at home for 3 hours, then had a tantrum at ME when I got home. I asked him to help me move something - a literal 30 second job - and he stormed in, threw a basket at a table knocking over a lamp and generally rampaged about. And then DC got upset at us having an argument.
And YET AGAIN I explained to him: you are getting angry at the wrong person here. It's ok to be annoyed at DC in this situation. It's not ok to start taking out your frustration on me. I haven't done anything wrong. I told you I was going out, you knew about it days ago, you let DC lie on till nearly lunchtime instead of getting them up and telling them there would be X consequence for not doing what they needed to do. And then you basically had a go at me because YOU needed to parent DC. Be annoyed at yourself, be annoyed at DC but DON'T take this out on me.
So basically all of us ended up upset and my life with him since we became parents has been this on replay x 10000 and yet again I think: this has to end now. We go so many weeks at a time and then I reach the limits of my endurance. He is a loving parent in so many ways but at some basic level he doesn't understand HOW to be a parent beyond the practical and 'fun' stuff.
His behaviour is getting more aggressive with me rather than passive aggressive. More storming about and throwing things about. He's under severe stress, partly because of my illness and partly because he's a workaholic who has filled our lives with his work. He has multiple jobs, all of them intense. HIS choice. Not mine.
I love DC but marrying DH and becoming a parent with him was probably the greatest mistake of my life. We're all neurodivergent in our household, the difference is he won't accept he is nor understand that I can't do all the self-awareness for all of us all the time. I'm burnt out.