He ruined my holiday

Ive always done my dinners at night. It just makes more sense to me. Play all day, eat dinner, then sleepy time with a warm heart and full belly. My kids know this routine.

Last night I was awake all night with my child who has autism. I told him this morning at 6am that I’m going to sleep and try to rest. That we won’t cook dinner until around noon so we have time. So this dude goes and opens my Turkey at 9am, wakes me up and tells me “get to cooking. This is how my mother does it” SO THEN HAVE YA MAMA COOK THE DAMN MEAL. I was irritated to say the least. So I get up, and get started cooking because if not, my Turkey will go bad. Meanwhile I clean the kitchen and am trying to juggle my kids. He’s in our room on the phone. I ask him for help. He comes in for 5 minutes to watch the kids and then disappears. My children start fighting and one get hurts. Where’s dad? In the room on his phone. I walk-in, just look at him and then walk out. Didn’t say a word. He comes running out yelling “I’m not doing anything. I’m on Twitter. I’m not talking to anyone”. Like no one said you were... I ask him to run to the store to get a few things. He throws a fit and then leaves. Comes home 20 minutes later. About an hour later I’m trying to get started cooking on the sides...but where’s the stuff? He tells me he didn’t go get them. He went to a friends house. Seriously? Go get the stuff please. Comes back 10 minutes later with a bag of stuff. Where’s the receipt so I can put it with our others? Oh I went back to said friends house and asked them for this stuff. Seriously?! Begging for food like we can’t afford it when they are struggling. “Well I didn’t want to spend the $10 if they had it.” Like un-fucking-believable. I bit my tongue and continued doing what I’m doing. I ask him to help with the kids, he begins yelling at them for playing too loudly. They were doing nothing wrong. I tell him to stop yelling at them. He gets mad and starts slamming things around and goes to the room and slams the door. I ask him if he’ll play with the baby who’s crying. He says okay...I go to check on the kids and my baby is in the crib. I asked hours ago. My daughter tells me “dad never took him out” I ask him if it’s true and he said “yeah he just kept wanting to crawl everywhere” DUH HES A FUCKING BABY.

After I slaved away in the kitchen by myself, my kids asked to help tons of times which I said no because it’s not their job and they need to play and enjoy being kids, it’s time to eat. I make the kids plates, drinks, and get them all situated. No offer to help, just makes his plate and goes to the room. I finally get my plate made. My kids are complimenting my cooking and he yells at them for not thanking him for helping. My daughter says “um you didn’t help” he starts yelling at her so I said “what did you help with” and he says “you’re just a bum who fucking lives off of me. Your cancers been gone for 6 months now, its time to suck it up. You have nothing to show for in your life except fucking kids. Youd be nowhere without me. You’re the only bitch I know who complains about having to cook and do for her man. That’s a woman’s job. No other woman would complain” and then he left. He didn’t say anything else to me for the rest of the day. If the kids tried to talk to him he would tell them “don’t talk to me, that’s your mothers place”. He spent all day in the bedroom on his phone.

I’m disgusted. This is an everyday ordeal. The kids hate him, I hate him, he makes everyone unhappy. The kids have openly expressed to both of us how they want me to move and take them and get a different house because he’s mean and always negative. And ladies, after today. I’m definetly doing it. Come 2021, we’ll be gone.