After only 2 days I am ready to quit my job as the family nurse, and go back to the luxury of being the family maid. It was actually very nice to sleep in my daughter's room and have my own bathroom. The pets were a bit confused, but my morning, they had all found me.
So, I'm looking for input here. I was standing in the kitchen, beginning to fix dinner and my H walks in and opens the refrigerator. He was sick last night, and I didn't know if he had eaten today. So, I asked if he had tried eating anything yet. He snapped at me, and told me to leave him alone. He went on to say that he was sick last night and hadn't eaten yet today, so he was entitled to be in a bad mood. Entitled to be in a bad mood? Is there such a thing? Who do you see to get this entitlement? Is there a paper they give you, and you show it to everyone you treat like [censored], and it is your entitlement paper? I want to know, cuz I don't think I've ever gotten one. Is anyone else familiar with this?
If so, he must have got it from the same place my STBXW did -- he had to have done so before she made a full run on the place however, and wiped them out, because she's got loads of entitlement.
Have you considered kindly and matter-of-factly calling your H out on his grumpiness -- let him know he has hurt you with his tone and give him the opportunity to rise to the plate? I'd let him know he does indeed have the liberty to be irritable, but also the responsibility to not abuse it.
I'd be tempted to have a bit too much to drink, get one mother of a hangover, and obtain one of those sh!t cards for myself....see how that pans out. Oh, but make sure you buy some rubber gloves that fit your H first!!!!!!!!
Saffie me 46 H 46 M in 1986 D20,D18,S16,D13 H's A 01/05 to 07/06 H recommitted to M 07/06 renewed vows 09/06 Going from strength to strength
I took the direct approach and told him that I was angry over the way he had treated me. That I had made a huge effort to clean everything up after him, and that he does not get freedom to act nasty just because he was sick. He apologized several times. I am not sure if the apologies were for snapping at me or for failing to clean up after himself. Perhaps it was for both. In his defense, he did say that he planned to clean once he was sure he wasn't going to die. I guess he considers it wasted effort to clean if one is about to die anyway.
I guess I handled it alright. Tonight my H walked in from work with a dozen roses and a red velvet cake, and when he handed them to me he said, "It's been a really hard week, and I want you to know that I love you and I will go through the tough times with you." (Of course, that does relieve him of all V-day responsibilities). I was pretty floored.
