Hubby had a farewell dinner for one of his staff (which i expected he would go to) lastnight and i had to stay home because my DD has hand, foot and mouth. Anyway to cut a long story short I thought (stupidly) that he would come home at a reasonable hour to spend some time with me, given he knew i had had a shocking few days and nights and was bawling to him on the phone at work yesterday. But nope, he gets home at 10:20, he knows i go to bed way before this and brings a few mates home with him to have a few beers. GREAT! FAN FU&KIN@ TASTIC. so i continue to ball my eyes out till midnight before i fall asleep exhausted. This morning he is wondering why i have the sh!t3.
He has been so unsupportive since the boys passed, he doesnt talk about it, never asks how i am going? Doesnt seem to give a toss basically.
I asked him if we could try counselling, his try was one session then he cancelled the second one. My DD has been going to pre school telling her teachers that mummy cries a lot and daddy is always angry, it breaks my heart. I have asked him to go to the dr's because i believe he is depressed but he wont do anything about it, he just bottles it up.
Anyway moral to the story, my life and husband can go to he11. I have had enough
Hamish & Harrison "together forever"