Ok, hopefully someone is online this late because I need some advice. My husband’s family lives at the opposite end of the country and he gets to see them maybe once a year. We have a 19 month old son and this weekend my husband’s brother flew out to meet him for the first time. At first I thought it was super sweet of him to make that trip. But then once he got here I quickly realized the irony of the timing of the trip. Both my husband and his brother are huge fans of Tiger Woods and what should just so happen to be on this weekend but the Masters? Anyway, I am due with our second baby next month and this pregnancy has been a rough one. I’m in constant pain and discomfort and horrible insomnia and reflux every night. I deal with it the best I can but I am definitely counting down the days.

Things started off great with his brother being here. He got in late this past Friday night, Saturday they woke up early and my husband and his brother took our son out for breakfast while I stayed home and got ready to go run a few errands with my mom and see my dad in the hospital. Husband and I agreed that I would come back that afternoon so he and his brother could get out and have their guy time and drink, blah blah blah. I get home around 1, right after our son went down for his nap, husband and brother leave, come back after a few hours, and then the rest of the night was laid back with us all hanging out at home. I thought it was successful.

Fast forward to today. My grandparents flew into town and my mom and dad wanted to have a small breakfast get together with them so I told my husband I would take our son since we haven’t seen them in a while. I fully expected that my husband and brother in law would go out and drink and watch the game. I left the house with our son at 10am, and came back at 1 to put him down for his nap. At this point my husband was still gone which I didn’t think much of.

For some reason my son didn’t nap as long as he usually does and woke up early this afternoon. Around 2:30 I get a text from my husband saying he loves me and asks if we’re okay. At this point I’m anticipating him to come home and help out with our son being that he’s had all morning to be out and about with his brother and the tournament was over. I texted back saying yes but the baby didn’t nap long at all today. Radio silence on his end. Why? Because he was out partying and wanted no part in coming home to help me with our son.

An hour goes by and it’s 3:30 at this point. Still nothing. So I decide not to take the bullshit anymore and tell him I would like to go to dinner with my family and can he please come home and help with our son. I told him they wanted to go at 5. Instead of jumping on board to offer me any relief, he instead asks if I can make it 5:30 because him and his brother had just started a round of golf and they were only on the third hole. Are. You. Effing. Joking?

I guess it’s a lack of communication, but I really had no idea that he had planned on dumping our kid on me all day while he went off and had his fun. I thought since I’ve been courteous and as accommodating as I can be with his brother in town to make sure they have free time to go out and drink and party that he would reciprocate that to me and be courteous as well. I ended up having him come home and spend the evening in with his brother watching our son while I went to dinner with my family. I came home around 9:30 and he was sitting on the couch with his brother watching tv. I went to our room calmly and closed the door, and he didn’t make any effort to come in and talk to me. 11:00 rolls around and at this point I’m laying in the dark trying to fall asleep. He crawls into bed and doesn’t say a word to me. I hear his breathing change as if he’s drifting off to sleep and at that point I couldn’t stand being near him anymore. I have nowhere to go being that we live in a two bedroom apartment and my brother in law is currently on our couch. I got up as quietly as I could to pack my phone and charger and pillow. He wakes up and asks me what I’m doing. I have no response. He asks again, then says will you fucking answer me? I don’t respond. Right as I’m about to walk out the door he says “you better be here in the morning to take care of your son. Because I have a job. So.”

So now here I am, sitting in my car with nowhere to go. I’m just wondering if I’m overreacting to all of this, or if anyone else would be as pissed as me? I’m feeling lost.