I’m three months pregnant, so yesterday I was having a shit day... everything and everyone was pissing me off... I warned my hubby during the day that I was having one of those days. It’s the hormones honey!! He said okay, I understand.

A little back story has been that he plays tennis 2-3 times a week after work, and I just ask him simply if on the other nights it can just be us and we do something together... not cleaning the house, but like, dog walks, bike rides, tennis, cook dinner together...

So Sunday he gave me his schedule for the week for playing.

I was okay with it. Two times this week. Perfect.

He had gone out all day Sunday and surfed with his buddies, Monday he played tennis, Tuesday we were gonna do something together and Wednesday he was going to play tennis and Thursday is our 4 years/9 years wedding together anniversary - so we would do something that night too.

So anyways, he calls me on Tuesday night and says I’m going surfing. I was like okay well he’ll prob be home by the time I’m home from the dentist. Nope. He walked in the door at 7:30.

This man gets out of work at 3 or 4pm every day... you would think he could do something for us - like pick up the house, or maybe take the dogs for a walk, or shocker, cook your pregnant wife dinner - nope, it’s all about him.

I had told him recently that he does a lot of stuff without me, and he acknowledged that and said he was going to work on it.

Anyways last night when he got home around 7:30, he acted as though nothing was wrong and why could I ever be pissed off at him.

After me giving him the silent treatment for 10 mins I said, okay... I’m not a child I should just tell him how I feel. So I sat calmly on the couch and told him what was bothering me.

I said, “you and I had discussed this recently that you were going to do more stuff with me, as we have compromised on how many nights you play tennis a week. Instead today you go surfing and don’t get home till 7:30. I’ve already been home and hour and a half. You told me Sunday after u surfed all day, Monday you were playing tennis, Tuesday would be an us night, Wednesday you were playing tennis... nope, Tuesday night - you surfed”

I said, “also, anything I ask your help on, it’s like pulling teeth, you don’t want to do it. You ask me to do something and I drop everything and do your one thing straight away.”

I said “ you can tell the house is a mess, but you choose not to do anything for us, but just for yourself and go surfing, leaving me to clean the whole house, even though you get out of work at least three hours before me.”

Then came his comments “well you know what, do it all on your own. Do everything on your own, I’m done.”

I said, excuse me hearing what he said, asked him to repeat it, and then he changed his comment around.

I said don’t you dare say that to me.

And I walked off.

I had sat down and calmly was telling him how his actions had made me feel that he always puts himself first, and that was the first thing to come out of his mouth... are you kidding me.??

So as it stands right now, he can’t take any accountability for his actions, or his words and we haven’t spoken all night and at all this morning.

The thing that hurts the most is what he said to his pregnant wife... do it all on your own. I’m done.!!!

I’m crushed his morning.... and I feel he needs to acknowledge what he did and apologize to me. Until that happens, it’s silent treatment or one word answers. (I know that sentence right there is opposite to what I said above, but I snapped out of my silent treatment and wasn’t yelling or screaming at him when I was talking to him).