Granted he’s always kind of annoying (he does it on purpose) and I’m extra sensitive at the moment but I. Just. Can’t. With. Him. 😬

Wants nothing to do with selection of daycare, pediatrician. Before every dr visit wants to know if he “has to go”.

Last night he made himself dinner after I refused and he fried spicy Chile’s on the stove to the point where I was choking on pepper fumes throughout the house like I’d been maced. Today we went for brunch with friends where he downed a carafe of Bloody Marys. We agreed to “stop by” the friends place after to grab some stuff they didn’t want as they’re moving in a few days. Since they’re moving there’s basically no furniture in the house. We stood there for 2 hours while everyone but me continued drinking heavily and I just awkwardly leaned on the counter with my awful sciatica saying “last round honey? Should probably head out soon...”. It didn’t help matters that I hadn’t pooped in 2 days and finally felt “ready”. We finally left 20 minutes after I pooped in the bathroom RIGHT next to where everyone was drinking. And bonus, they had packed their soap but at least they still had TP. 🤦🏽‍♀️

He immediately passed out for the rest of the day while I cleaned the house and washed and organized clothes for baby’s room. And now he’s in bed again. As I sat down to take my pants off, bc my ass hurts too much to remove my pants while standing I just looked at him already half asleep thinking I really want to punch you in the face right now!!!

Is it just me?? I don’t need him to dote on me but maybe just not force me to play designated driver at an impromptu all day drinking session without so much as a fucking chair?!???! On top of the other stuff...I know the pepper thing was unintentional but ugh!!!!!

UPDATE

thanks so much for the support. I flipped on him a bit as he fell asleep bc my back felt extra awful from standing so long and then cleaning. His response...”you should have sat down”. I asked if he recalled seeing a single chair 😬. He was too drunk to realize or remember. I tried to stick it out as long as I could w our friends moving across the country, but come on!! And then I seem like the asshole...and a stanky one at that.

A little less sad about their departure since he always acts like a 22 year old frat boy around them. Their “farewell tour” (rivaling Cher or Streisand) since they announced they were leaving 2 months ago has felt like an endless parade of excuses to stay out drinking all night or rush somewhere to meet them and not have time to do simple tasks I requested/begged him to do like buy the 30lb bag of dog food we need so I don’t have to do it by myself the following day when we knew I’d be home alone. We drove within 1 block of Petco on our way to drinks and dinner 🙄, but we couldn’t be late bc “They’re leaving forever” 🤢🤦🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🎂.

Ordering everything for the house and animals has always been my responsibility to the point where he can’t even recognize the right brand bag on his own. So now I have such frequent auto shipments that we have 2-3 bags at a time to avoid gaps 🤷🏽‍♀️. You’re right, he does suck.