I am done. I am so fucking done. I have decided that I give up on asking my husband to do anything.
The primary reason for this post is that he is completely against me taking me time. If I leave our child with him to go take a bath, I end up getting out to deal with them fighting. Every single time that I ask him to get up with our son he gets pissed off. Yelling from the second I asked him. When I am asking him to get up with our son it is because I have had a rough night . I was either up with our son dealing with him all night , or I was having complications myself. To keep me from sleeping in he will start by arguing with me and finishing by get into a screaming match with his son which forces me to get up and deal with it. Unlike him I can't just climb back into bed and go back to sleep. All I ask is for one day a week where I can sleep in. Where I don't have to get up and deal with the dog and deal with the kid and deal with the house and deal with breakfast. I would love for a whole day off, a day where I don't have to cook and clean. I don't get that on my birthday or on Mother's Day so why should I get it on a sick day. But that is impossible. My husband is incapable of taking care of himself anyway.
My husband will not eat all day long. To avoid making food he will go out and buy food. He doesn't know how to do laundry and doing dishes hurts his back. He can't put stuff away because he doesn't know where it goes. I can blame myself as I never asked him to do anything or bothered to teach him how to do anything. His grandmother who he lived with up until we met never made him do anything. You would think after 18 years of marriage and watching me he would pick up a few things that I do, on a daily basis.
Last night I went to bed before him. Something I never do. I usually go to bed 2 hours after he has. But last night I was falling over exhausted. I dozed off smoking a cigarette. I dozed off playing a game on my phone. Last night I crawled into the bed and do not remember anything until he crawled into the bed. I turned over and told him I was feeling sick. Got no response from him for saying it . At roughly 3 a.m. I woke up to vomiting. After 10 minutes I crawled back into bed just to be woke up an hour later to vomiting. My last extreme spell was at 5:15 a.m. I decided at that point since my husband needed to take a shower anyways that he could get up with our son. It took him about 30 seconds to start yelling at me. He really dislikes getting up earlier than he has to. After he made it a point to repeatedly come into the room and tear into me for being sick, I got up. I got our son dressed I brushed his teeth (while dry heaving) he sat on the couch and yelled. I made sure his backpack was ready and we took him out to the bus. He proceeded to get pissed and yell at me saying that he was taking me to the emergency room. It's not like this could end in 24 hours. I'm sorry that I asked you to get up.
I'm sorry that I'm sick. Judging by the contents of the vomit it consisted of last night's dinner. Obviously something from dinner did not agree with me. But he refused to believe that it was the meal that made me sick. He reminded me that he also ate the beans and the mushrooms and the tortilla so it couldn't have been dinner that made me so sick.
It's perfectly clear now. No matter how I fel, or that I had a rough night. LET HUBBY WAKE HIMSELF. God forbid I ever get violently ill. He gets mad that I don't tell him I'm sick or hurting anymore... Hmm wonder why.
I'm going back to its my little secret.
I went to take the dog piss and he checked his blood sugar. Guess it was fine as he didn't come out and shove the results in my face. He just left for work and didn't say bye. That's another thing that he does. When his temper is on the rise he blames it on his blood sugar. He will tell me it's high and that is why he is losing his temper. It will end up being low and he will still blame his blood sugar. It don't matter if it's high or low when he's pissed off he's pissed off. And he takes it out on me and our son. Our son doesn't understand to stay away from Daddy when he was losing his temper. No matter how often I tell him to leave daddy alone. I am going to have a cup of hot tea and hope I can hold it down.
