He Has Become Very Bad To Me

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Am I wrong or has my husband become arrogant and disgusting lately. We have a child who is almost two years old, who has teething and probably because of that he is so nervous and constantly screams, roars and pulls me by the blouse and looks for milk, refusing to eat food. I've been doing everything since he was born - I've been watching him all day, my husband hasn't changed a single diaper, he says it's my job (I don't have a problem with that, I'm just noting), I feed him (or at least try), I vacuum , I dust the furniture every day (it's like that with a child, it has to be clean), I pass the floor with a wet cloth, I clean the toilet, I run a washing machine with our laundry, then I wash the child, then I stretch, then I cook ... then I take it out the child on a walk outside. And he comes home and only has dinner, and even a few hours with his child costs a lot. The child screams when he is stubborn and grumbles, we do not sleep at night, wake up at least 3 times and refuse to sleep quite often. We needed food tonight and decided to make stuffed peppers. We went shopping and when we got home I saw that we didn't have tomatoes. I hadn't checked the stock because we were out and I was already tired from the whole day. I asked him to go to the store below us, but he got annoyed and said it was my fault that I had gone alone. I was just thinking of jumping across the balcony and just dropping everything on the stove and hiding in the bedroom to cry. This is not life. Every day the hellish workload, we don't have an elevator and it's a total pain to take down this child who is fighting with me in the meantime. He never cleans or does anything but go to work (he has a light job) and throw the rubbish that piles up on the terrace once a week. He insults me all the time, he is mean, if I keep quiet he gets annoyed and calls me weak and when he starts arranging the child's toys he tells me that the strong rule the chaos, and I was not like that. I'm crying, I hate him now, I hate my life. My hair is tousled, I'm tired, my clothes are torn from baby shoes, I have a dried mess on my blouse, skinny neck, my ears will explode from "ma ma ma ma ma ma ma" and I'm tired of someone pulling my blouse up for breast milk more than 10 times a day ... At night I go to the crib like a ghost and when my battery drops I just don't go ...

Last Updated
August 27, 2020
Author:
sampdoria

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