I am so fucking angry at him. What the hell is his problem?!
I don’t know what the hell I have to do, who I have to be, to get some consideration from his selfish ass.
Tonight I cleaned the bathroom which was absolutely disgusting because we’ve both been sick and depressed. I wasn’t expecting any gratitude but I did ask if he could pick me up some dinner when he went to get Son from youth group. He balked, as I expected, then asked why. I pointed out that he wasn’t going to cook and that I was hungry. He didn’t say anything, then just left.
They took forever coming home so I figured he opted for grocery shopping instead of drive through. Annoying, as I’d hoped for an Italian chicken combo, but I grudgingly acknowledged to myself that it was a better choice overall.
Then the asshole comes home with stuff for himself and Son and nothing for me.