I have to rant about my husband who is by no means perfect, let me assure you. I have put up with him sitting on his butt all day long because he only works a few days a week, sometimes only one. Oh, no wait, he doesn't always sit on his butt, sometimes he goes out and does things he wants to do while I'm stuck doing only what I have to do, and barely having time for that. He has interrupted me with hey can you, and did you hear, and let me ask you (I work at home a few days per week). We have a son who is having chronic sleep problems brought on by various real ailments ranging from serious to merely annoying. I am exhausted. What does he do to help? Sleep on his days off so I can sleep at night, when I have to go to work or complete my work at home? No he has "his" things to do. Does he help me out at home? Load up the dishwasher, wash a load of clothes? No, he says it makes him "dizzy" to move around too much indoors.
I have lost some paperwork and receipts because I am exhausted and have barely enough time and energy to keep up with our son, the basics around the house like dishes and laundry. The by product of this is...disorganization and losing things (ya think)? So does he offer to help out? No he b*****s because I lost something. I tell him I'll look for it when I get to a stopping point with work. Because I'm WORKING, ya know, one of us kind of has to.
So then he complains that I'm eating lunch instead of looking for the thing. The missing thing is something I can get a replacement for easily, BTW, and it's not due for a few more MONTHS. But no, I have to stop NOW and interrupt work simply because it's on his mind.
then I casually mention a fun fact, something amusing, but of course it's one of my stupid obsessions and so he does his usual "yeah well nobody cares about that" thing. So I'm just not talking to him any more today. In fact, this may get to be an ongoing coping strategy. He knows where the door is, but of course, if he leaves he will lose this house too and as he doesn't work, I guess he's stuck with me, huh?
BTW, i can't talk to him about it. He always tells me "I shouldn't feel that way" How the heck do you justify saying you "love" someone when you spend the majority of your interactions complaining about every little thing?