Saturday, December 18, 2010

The last 2 days (before today) have been pretty awful! I have thrown up non stop. I finally had my husband take me into the hospital to get an IV for fluids. Today has been good though. What I can't understand is my husband. He wasn't the greatest when I was pregnant the first time and now he is just repeating his douchedome. I always say he would be a horrible nurse, He has no bed side manor whatsoever! We have been fighting a lot. I know part of the problem is my anger issues which I take prozac for and most days I do fine. We do fine. But I am starting to realize now that this relationship teeters on my well being. If for any reason I am having a bad day or I get pissy he acts as if the whole world is coming to an end. And one thing can push it to the edge. My husband expects so much out me, unreasonable things, things that God should be for him. I feel so damn alone, like I am the only one on this earth that takes care of my heart and all the while I have to take care of my son, which I will always do with total love and then this grown man, I have to make him whole? I should only have to make him whole where a wife makes a husband whole, not where his own emptiness is that needs filled by something else. For weeks now he has been complaining about how I treat him. I am not always the perfect June Cleaver wife head over heels for my husband, but for him to actually try to act like I treat him badly?? Are you kidding me. I'm sorry, when did carrying a man's child (and he nagged for months for me to get pregnant) become like doing the dishes? I DO NOT expect rewards for all the work I do but I do expect respect and maybe when it comes to being pregnant, a little sensitivity and nurturing. Just a little of that would say hey, thanks for being the barfing, bloated, moody baby pod for 9 months, thanks for all the shit you have to go through, thank you for giving birth and taking non stop care of our children!! no, instead right now he is out at a bar with his friends, for the 2nd night in a row, and yes, I mean he went out drinking after taking me to the hospital. He went out 2 nights last weekend as well. WTF

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