He expects me to be at home all the time, we have 2kids ages 11 & 7. I work full time. On the odd occasion I need to travel for work (not abroad, just far enough away to warrant an overnight stay so I don’t have to drive up in the am for a team meeting.) So I book a Travel-lodge near our offices - this is about once a month. If that. But I get the ninth degree - where are you staying exactly, what are you going to eat for dinner? Did you get a takeout or did you eat out? What’s the name of the hotel? Are you driving or catching a train? And so on and so on. Coupled with “I thought you’d ring me last night but you didn’t.” Even though I message him throughout the day and into the early evening (I go to bed early after eating.)
And the great irony is when I’m here with him and the kids at home he couldn’t give a shiny shit - he doesn’t attempt to talk, he doesn’t seek out companionship, he just wants me here, at home, serving him and the kids and not having any kind of life outside of that. If I go out of an evening I get it all again. Who’s going? Where are you going? What time and where are you meeting people? Are you going out for a meal or just drinks?
If I come back at 10pm or just a little later I get the whole “well that was a late night for you. Who was there?” Or he just ignores me and gives me clipped responses for the rest of the evening.
He doesn’t go out. Rarely socialises. Might go to the occasional football match in the evening with his father. Sometime (rarely) the pub with some old friends.
I am getting very fed up with him and living under the Spanish Inquisition - he has to know every little detail, and then jokes about it for days afterwards - “oh you’ve had your night away.” Yes, in a Travelodge, for work FFS.
I do wish he’d fucking get a life and sort it out. Together for 20 years, married for 14. I’m 43 and I feel like I’m being smothered