OK deep breath!
When I was unwell I did anticipate DH helping me.... yeh ok.
On the Thursday night/Friday morning that I was on the loo for a bit
he kept asking if I was ok. I thought it was quite sweet and felt bad for being annoyed with him that day. It didn't last.
I managed a few hours sleep but in the morning then I started TMI passing blood which is when I started to panic and called NHS direct. I thought DH would've taken Laura to work with him but NO he fecks off leaving her in her highchair, in her pj's
Cue me having a bath, getting dressed, calling doctors for emergency appt (as advised by NHS Direct), getting appt, calling Gareth to say get your ass back here(!), taking LAura out of her highchair, changing her bum and dressing her, trying to put mine and her shoes on with major tummy cramps
and off I go.
He drops me off about 300yards from the door and says 'call me when you're ready to be picked up' and fecks off back to work.
so Dr says food poisoning, need stool sample, gives prescript for antibiotics and says don't eat just fluids.
So...
Call DH, 'come get me please, and pull up outside the door so I can sit inside' - he pulls up at the bottom of the street.... I walk to the car and he drives to the chemist, I have to ASK him to get my script for me - I'm getting so annoyed thinking about it. Lol. I was in agony.
Anyway. Got tabs, go home he says 'do you want me to take Laura with me?' - well yeh I would appreciate that. Off he goes. I manage to fall asleep on the sofa until he comes home and then I gave him a tenner and said go feed yourselves because I can't do you anything. He comes back and puts Laura to bed so I went to bed too and then he goes out on his bike
He sees my grandparents in town and tells them 'they're both in bed' no mention of food poisoning or anything. Nice. I text my nan later in the day to tell them as I had no idea DH had seen them earlier in the day and they were FURIOUS he hadn't mentioned it!!
So Friday evening when I wake up Laura is in her highchair, he did her jacket pot and beans (fair enough), he then says about bathing her so I'm thinking ok he's worked it out now. He then asks me 'do you want to go up and get her pj's or bath her?' - ummmmm I snapped. I told him he may have failed to notice but I have food poisoning and I am in pain, have no chuffing energy
and I'm not about to bend over a frickin bath and lift 2 stone of baby in and out.
He was just bitching all night then about this and that. I told him to go out but he wouldn't. I thought I was going to kill him. He just sat on his feckin ar$e moaning. Every time he made a cuppa he didn't bother asking me, just did one for him.
That was when I was ill. My nan came over Saturday to see how I was, I managed to hoover and do a wash of clothes, still hadn't eaten since Thursday so I was a bit washed out. I went out for an hour in the evening to a 50th birthday (someone from church) and they were all asking how I was and I had plenty of hugs, that's all I wanted
didn't get one from my husband at all.
I have been out today, after doing a load of washing, I dragged my ass out at about 12.30, walked to my friends with Laura in her pushchair and we got the train into Cardiff. We had lunch, went to Boots to buy wet wipes and I ended up getting some Christmas gifts, bought Laura a lolly from Thorntons because she was so good, got the train home and rang DH to collect us from the station as Laura was tired and grumpy and the station has a huge flight of stairs but no lift.
He turns up 5 minutes after the train left, walked to the other platform and stood at the top of the stairs beckoning me to bring Laura to him - lazy plank. I refused - may be childish but I have just walked around Cardiff for 4 hours while you sat at home on your ass, come and get your daughter.
I told him we needed milk, mine is special stuff only available in major supermarkets so not a stroll to the corner shop, Laura's is too. He hadn't got it said he has no money. Same sh*t, different day.
I'm just fed up of being used. I feel like a cleaner, cook, babysitter, ATM machine, everything except a wife and a woman in my own right. Laura makes me whole, she is my entire world and I'd do anything for her BUT I do need some time to be ME. Does that sound selfish?