i know i don't help, because i shout.
i'm worried that it is just too late, and too much has been said...that we have this way of fighting now as a pattern and we can't change it.
i will try to make a list, but i am not sure i can assign a weight to my feelings, you know? i mean, i love him, and that ought to count for something.
we tried relate and went for over a year, but it ended up that we were just going in circles. we'd come up with a strategy for dealing with something, or she'd give us some "homework", and i would do my end of it but DH wouldn't do his. and we have problems with the kids that have gotten better in some ways, but honestly it is still too much for me to deal with very well.
latest row is a perfect example, DH had a long list of things he was going to do (house repairs; his work; things with the kids; some crap to deal with from his life before me) while I was away. But he didn't do any of it (ok, he rehung a shelf in DD's room that had fallen down); and he didn't do any of his own work; as far as I can tell, he just slept and played guitar and hung out with DSD the entire time (ok that he spent time with DSD, exceopt that one of the things he has acknowledged he wants to work on is spending time with DSS and not leaving him out of the Special Relationship he has with DSD).
he also took DSS off all chores (posted about that already, sorry), so since i got back, there has been more to do around the house. (also, made the decision without discussing it with me, which has been a recurring problem in many ways and something he has agreed to stop doing, but it carries on...)
since i was supposed to be coming back to LESS workload (just for a few eeeks until my deadline), that was not very nice. Then DH got sick so I was doing everything...DSD did walk the dog once when not her turn, but apart from that I was cooking meals, cleaning up, walking dog, had DD all the time...and DD has jet lag and isn't sleeping well or to a schedule, so i've had very little sleep, plus DH being ill next to me. And apparently i wasn't sympathetic enough to his illness, so he's angry with me and i'm angry with him because if he would just expect more from the kids, it wouldn't be such a nightmare for me doing everything in a house with two able-bodied teens and anyway he could get up and help even if he is sick, as i have to do myself...blah blah blah who cares but really ....so i've come back home and thrown right into everything and nothing i do is appreciated, i'm only made to feel that i didn't do it nicely enough. right now it is 2 AM and i am doing the bloody laundry so that the kids will have shirts for school etc etc and i am not doing it to be a martyr, but only because it needs doing and no one else will do it and if i leave it i will hear about how they've no laundry, and last time i didn't do it for DSD she was threatening to take it to her friend's mum who is "a saint" and a "good mother" unlike me obviously. Phew.