- 1 month ago
I’m gonna respond to a few, but PLEASE keep reading bc I cannot make this shit up.
First of all, I looove your user name. Second, I havent in over two years, cared about him playing golf. We’ve played together, I’ve gotten him tee times at amazing courses as gifts, its the fact that he isn’t even working, playing golf all day instead, but not helping at home at all.
It’s hard, but I’ve made it work. I love my job, so it helps, but I’ve worked this kind of shift work since I was pregnant with my 8 yr old daughter, and I never remember feeling SO exhausted and taken advantage of.
SO! After working my second 12 hr overtime shift this week, I came home to him sitting on the couch playing a video game?? Like playing one of my son’s, I don’t even know what it was. And I noticed there were paw prints everywhere from our 4 month old Goldendoodle puppy that he got me a few months ago (when he was normal and sweet and loving).
Yall! It was dog shit. My puppy had crapped on the floor, which he never does now that he’s house broken, and WALKED THROUGH IT, all over the wood and tile floors….I was boiling inside, but I tried to stay calm. He said the dog wouldn’t go outside because it was storming…ok, but clean it up right?!
He said he thought it was just kinda muddy paw prints everywhere (STILL!! Why not clean it up??!?!?!)…. I want to cry as I’m typing this because I came home last night and cleaned, mopped and all. And I came home tonight at 6:30, after being up since 4:30am, and immediately had to bathe the dog and mop the floors. …. it gets better….
As my son is drying the puppy, “Fiance” asks if I’ll talk to him. He said “I guess I’ll go to my mom’s…” ……. like he wants me to ask him to stay. I said “sounds like a good idea. I think you should”. He started blah blah blahing about something, and then tried to justify the household bill situation by gently closing the door and saying “Those aren’t my kids, I love them, but I pay for a lot when we go out to eat, which is a lot”.
First off, “those arent my kids” infuriated me, but whatever, its true. Its just one of those crappy things to say. Second, I said “Its YOUR decision to go out to eat. I’d rather cook!”
He goes “You can’t cook because we never have time to go grocery shopping” , I said “not WE. *I* dont have time to go big grocery shopping, because I’m working on my days off. You have plenty of time!”
** AND THIS IS WHEN YOU POP A CORK **
This mother effer goes “I’m not going grocery shopping! That’s a woman’s job. I’m not gonna walk around the house like a woman making a list of shit we need”
Excuuuuuse me? Now, I’m not a feminist by any means. I appreciate traditional men/woman roles, if that’s the chosen path of a couple. But I work three times more hours than he does, and he actually had the audacity to say that crap to my face.
I said “Then WHAT is the mans role?!” His response: “To pay half the bills, and take care of the outside stuff”
So his role is to pay 50% of the household bills, and make sure the lawns done (which is paying our landscapers or my son, which I usually pay, not him).
And MY “woman” role is to work, pay 50%, do all the grocery shopping, make sure everything is stocked, cook, clean…
I’m in shock. I NEVER in all the years I’ve known him thought THAT would come out of his mouth. I’m hurt, but mostly disgusted. I saw him in a completely different light. I’ve got my bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, and I’ve called two of my BFF’s and my sister to vent and I honestly want to go sell this HUGE ASS ENGAGEMENT RING as soon as jewelry stores open in the morning…you know, to help pay the bills because he surely won’t be contributing anymore.
As I was reading some of your responses, I was thinking “nooo that’s not him” “he’s really a good guy!” “maybe I was too harsh”
No. Thank ya’ll for your kind [and harsh] words of encouragement. Cheers to ya’ll for being amazing!