Glad I found this thread.
My husband is a doctor (and no, our daughter doesn't go to private school). He works all the hours god sends and when he's not at work, he's spent years studying and going on courses (which we paid for ourselves). Our house if full of doctors magazines and all sorts of bloody paperwork. He has no time for outside interests and, as I am housebound most evenings, his work totally buggers up my life too.
I dread the weekends - the monotony of it. We can NEVER make plans. If we go on holiday, he has to work extra shifts before and afterwards to compensate for any on-call shifts he's missing. Last year his pay dropped by £12,000.
What I hate most of all is the lack of support from his family (who live close by). They know he spends weekend after weekend at work in the hospital but they NEVER offer any help with our 3 year old, despite the fact I'm now heavily pregnant. They never help unless they are asked and then never seem thrilled about spending time with her. They've helped three times in three years.
She's a lovely child, entertaining and well behaved and they have only one other grandchild (100 miles away)
I don't and never will understand them and I will never, ever offer any sort of care for them in return.