Admittedly i am 11w and my morning started out awful with our 9 year old being extremely rude and nasty. And my husband tried to spin it around to me and when I said okay well what did I do? He goes “well when she said the car on TV was STUPID you asked her why she was being like that” I was like okay that is literally a legitimate question. I was like I don’t think she should go around calling thungs “stupid” let alone for no reason. And he just looked at me.

She is in softball and they do a youth night at a lower level baseball teams game in the summer aftwr the season. My husband didn’t even ask me if I wanted to go. Not even a mention of it he just goes “o bought our tickets” I tell him it vothers me that he never runs anything by me he just makes the plan and buys stuff and then tells me about it. He gets all worked up screaming at me that he bought me ticket and I would have been flipping out if he hadn’t have gotten me one. I was like you’re literally missing the point I’m telling you is the problem. You do things and then tell me about them. Continues to yell at me about the damn ticket.

9 year old spills a full water bottle on our ottoman which is like 6” of foam or more. He goes don’t worry I got your blow dryer. I was like babe you need to fillip it upside down on a towel the foam is soaked and squishy with water. He responds with GO BACK TO WORK TOU DONT NEED TO COME GOEM AND ACT LIKE A CLOWN! YOU DIDNT EVEN THANK ME FOR SPRAYING LYSOL ON HER BOOKBAG. Literally yelling. I was like okay, how many times do you thank me for literally anything I do? He was like all the time I was like actually never. Now it isn’t a competition but it’s like he wants to make it one. And I don’t need thanked but don’t loook at me to worship the ground you walk on for doing something that wasn’t that big of a deal.

He also sent me a text and goes “we are going to wednys for lunch, but are waiting for you to stop home to leave. Like okay, thinking it’s going to be pleasant. But doesn’t even ask to bring me anything (they will drive past my work on their way home, or invite me to grab something quick) and has no idea why that would hurt my feelings.

Idk I just needed to vent. I am dreading coming home tonight.