I just need to fucking vent.
Like damn. Sorry for the language but you know what. I’m pissed so all well right..?
First background info: my fiancé and I have been together for 9 months. We’ve also lived together for the 9 months. I’m a CNA working 12’s and he’s an aid working usually 8’s or 12’s. I works around 38 hours a week and he works 26. Were both in college, I’m doing my general studies for nursing and he’s in nursing school.
I get one day off a week, usually spent cleaning and cooking and yada yada. He gets 2-3 days off a week, idk wtf he does. Anywho. So here I am, working 38 hours a week, doing 13 credit hours anddd remodeling the house (by myself) and I’m almost done with the kitchen and it looks amazing. And I come home from working a 12 today (he had the day off) and I stop and buy us some dinner and dessert. Get home and literally everything is in the same place as when I left it, except there’s a little more mess. Dish washer was never started, the trash was OVER fucking FLOWING and he just sets his trash and an empty milk jug onto the counter near the fucking trash can.. our trash is little three steps out of the door. All the laundry is still dirty and the stuff I put in the washer this morning.. it’s STILL THERE. I’m the only one who does anything around the house, we literally just had a talk two days ago about how it needs to change. And I come home to this. Like why.. just why. I’ve been busting my ass all day even though I haven’t felt good and I’m super stressed and I come home to this. I walked in, told him there was food, threw the trash in the outside can, did the dishes (angerly) and told him to leave me alone... he goes.. what did I do?! I just ignored him and went upstairs to take a bath. I’m not even trying to argue,I’m too tired,
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