VeddersSirens Sun 03-Jun-18 09:04:50

I'm so fucked off. I posted last night about him going off on one about my DS eating his own fucking Chinese left overs - well that was only half of what went on.



Basically he'd been drinking stella. Started getting arsey earlier in the evening, sarcastic, one word answers etc. I was stroking the dog and asked "would you ever trust a dog 100%?" It was just general chit chat but he even turned that into an excuse to have a go, saying of course he'd trust HIS dog 100% and argued, rolled his eyes, shook his head etc when I said I wouldn't.

He started going on about stuff I'd done when I had a mental breakdown a couple of months back saying it was much more difficult for him, I embarrassed him etc etc

Then there was the Chinese takeaway incident, after that he started going on at me about demanding that DS bring his pots down "rather than letting him collect them up there like you always fucking do because you don't give a shit" etc etc - I told DS to bring his pots down, he did, DH then said "are you going to tell him to bring his fucking pots down or what?" I said "he has" so he started going on saying "what about his pots from the Chinese he's just taken up there? Tell you what, don't fucking bother and I won't bother either because you don't give a fuck so why should I" etc etc - his poor son (my DSS, 21) is sat next to him at the time looking uncomfortable.



I go to bed. I'm on quetiapine and posted a thread yesterday about not sleeping the night before, being up with nightmares all night etc so by last night I was exhausted. He knew about all this. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow only to be shocked awake again at the sound of the news being played next to me from his fucking phone. Purposely done to wake me up. I said "what are you doing???" So he said "I'll turn it off when you tell your DS to turn his TV down". How fucking childish is that??? I couldn't even hear DSs TV.



So yeah today I'm feeling angry. I'm normally a quiet passive type but I feel like going nuclear on him. Fucking drinking every weekend, ending up like this, getting at me constantly. We both work yet I do dinner every night. I do 100% of the laundry, hoovering, bathrooms, bedroom, 100% of the shopping - yet whenever there is something I don't do (like collect pots from upstairs) he acts like I'm the laziest fucker in the world.



Yesterday I repainted the living room wall (after stripping the wallpaper by myself). He was meant to be fitting a new toilet. Instead he finished work at 1pm, played on the computer all afternoon and then declared he was too ill to do anything other than fall asleep on the sofa.



I'm actually starting to feel rage against him.