Update: I’m on the bathroom floor .

He comes in at 8:25 ask if it’s my blood pressure and when I tell him no I think I ate bad food AND Ive thrown up 9 times since lunch...he says it was dumb I ate it in the first place .

Like tf ? Thanks dickweed .

Totally thought “this will make me sick- let’s EAT IT!”

Then he stands over me while I’m gagging in a toilet saying how sick he is of no one giving his son (my stepson) a chance for crapping himself

at the daycare. (He’s 6.5 dude it’s been going on for months- I understand where they are coming from). I literally just don’t answer him . I DONT CARE RIGHT NOW. Nor do I want to hear about SHIT when I’m gagging .

Then he stands there for two mins of silence and goes and lays on the bed to stare at me gagging in a toilet . Mind you there’s like dishes piled everywhere in the kitchen that I texted him

And asked him to do because I felt so awful...it’s not like he’s helping me - he’s just LAYING THERE watching me . So I close the bathroom door .

He walks out of the bedroom all pissed talking about “just add more shit to my day.”

No one told him to go sit down and set up a gym membership for 2 hours and be super late to do everything today. No one told him to leave work late, then stand around a gym for 2 hours and then be super late taking his son to the Friday bash at the elementary school. Oh mind you I was suppose to get like crackers in the midst of all of this(called him and asked him

At 1pm) but he called me at 6 pm and said “I’m not going to make it to get you crackers. If I do that I can’t pick up my son until 7pm and then we will miss the bash.” Okay. Cool. Thought he would’ve came home with the crackers after the bash, but nope .

He keeps using stress as an excuse like alright son I’ve been stressed out too doesn’t mean I start treating everyone around me like shit . He’s downstairs now posting photos of him playing video games - which is DEFF not the dishes .

Idk if it’s pregnancy or what but I have no tolerance for this crap.