Its been a good drying day, here, FlipFlops for post holiday washing. I've motored through a lot...
Thanks, Crem.
To all of you - I'm sorry about my wingeing - I know it peaks on a Sunday evening. Thank you for hearing me out. Something will happen... one day. Its untenable.
When we were on hols, we had some friends staying. The husband is also "Captn of Industry". Once they'd gone, DH turned to me and said "Did you hear how he spoke to DW? - He was SO rude". I missed my chance to say "Hey! Thats JUST how you treat ME". I didn't because
a) Theres nowhere to hide up there and
b) It would have soured the holiday even more.
I just kept shtum.
When I think about the few friends who have split up, esp. the ones where the wife went, the husbands REALLY didn't see it coming.
I truly believe DH is in this camp. He's got no idea. He just thinks that if he throws money (just enough - not excessive amounts...) into the marriage, it will just keep trundling on. No input of his time, chores (nice ones and not so nice), emotion, empathy, respect - nothing. He gets respect from his job, and I get... erm... nothing.
I cannot see in a million years how he would have the kindness or patience to see me through to old age; the thought of me being incapacitated before him fills me with dread.
I think its this that spurs me on.
Thanks for listening.