So here’s my story.
About a year ago my husband was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. He worked and worked and worked until his heart just started to give out, its three times the size of a average man’s. He was 34 at the time. The doctors told him that if he wanted to see his children grow up that he would leave his job and rest until they could figure something (possible transplant if condition does not improve). Ever since then we have changed roles and he is now the stay at home parent and takes care of our children. I am a full time student with a full time job, with all the stress that comes with it on top of his health issues, I am at a breaking point.
He complains and complains about everything we have only one car because of tight finances, so we share 1 car. He drops me off at work and at school he makes me feel bad about it every step of the way. I can’t afford a place of our own right now because of school (its not cheap), but I’m about to graduate so it shouldn’t be much longer that we have to live with my dad. He says he hates everything that I’m selfish that the world doesn’t revolve around me, that he’s going to just leave cause he says he’d rather live on the street than with my family. He says he’s tired of being nice, he is tired of being unappreciated, he’s tired of running errands like a slave. I got home at 11 p.m. the other night to find a dirty house a pile of dirty cloths, a sink full of dishes and a pile of dirty diapers. I stayed up until 2 am cleaning. WHY? Because if I don’t no one will. I went to work at 7 am that day with 4 and a half hours of sleep, blisters of my feet from standing all day, headaches from days without sleep, I cant remember the last time I shaved my legs, never get to see my kids, I never get time to myself. NO ONE says thank you NO ONE offers to help, NO ONE ever thinks of me, they don’t even miss me when I gone.
Does he really think I enjoy this? I can’t tell no one cause even my family takes his side all because of his heart. They love spending my money, but sometimes I wonder if they love me.
Lord I KNOW I’m right, I don’t deserve to be treated this way God knows I try
What should I do?
