That’s us too. DH has an office so he basically lives in that one room. He’s got all his preciouses in there and a lock on the door.
It’s bizarre behaviour for a man who wanted a family, but I think his need for order and for things to not be moved or even breathed on or looked at beats his ability to, well, not be a massive accusatory dickhead to others.
He had no concept of why putting a lock on the door of a room in a family home sent me into a fury. I explained it to him quite loudly - so his solution was to give me a key.
it would be fascinating if I wasn’t so upset. So, now, I’m not going to be upset. He needs stuff that I don’t, I need stuff he can’t:won’t provide. I either fill the gaps with friends and kids and hobbies, which is possible, or I leave, which I can make possible.
I have a lot to be grateful for - I didn’t work while our kid was ill, there was no way I could hold down my job as he needed a lot of care and the other kids needed a lot of hand holding too. So, that time was a gift, and I am very grateful for the fact that DH paid all the bills during it.
i mean, I did EVERYTHING else, he never came to a single appointment or took a single day off or did a single school pick up or shopping or cleaning or night time or bedside. But I would not have managed at all if I had to work, really, DS would probably have died if I wasn’t able to spend all of my time keeping an eye on him - so it is good for me to reflect that DH’s ability to compartmentalise and steadily keep on at work was a huge benefit to our family during that time.
Hes fine now, DS. The NHS is another blessing.
all this gratitude will fucking choke me, I’m sure of it. I’d grown comfortable with Seething resentment. I’m not sure I can keep zen up for long.