That's it really.
In fact, its occurred to me recently that he's never organised anything for me. Never organised a birthday do, never organised our holiday, never organised a weekend away or even a day out,. Never organised a meal out or night out. Or a coffee at a cafe. Never come home having bought something nice he thought I would like. Never. Nothing. Ever. Somehow, I have never noticed it before we had kids. But I really notice it now.
I will never, ever forgive him for never organising the kids to do anything for Mother's Day or for my birthday.
He thinks he is really supportive. Because he looks after his own children whilst I got out. But then I was chatting to a guy at the gym, a guy I barely know, and told him about an exercise goal I had. And this man I barely know, and rarely bump into, offered to write me a training plan to achieve this goal. And he did. My H is also a serious fitness fan and he has never offered to do this. And that got me thinking that my H has never ever actually actively supported me in anything I have done. Never. Ever. And I never realised it until that random man actually offered me support to achieve something important to me. And then I realised, ' ' 'hang on, this is what support from one human to another looks like.'
And that got me thinking that actually, my H brings nothing positive to my life. But he brings a whole lot that is negative.
I really fucked up in who I married.