Dh and I have been toghter for 6 years. The first 4 were really rocky because of his drug addiction. We were evicted so many times, we didn't have food we had to pawn stuff. Finally he got his act together and has been clean for 2 years. He has a great job and he works nights. Everything has been going great until I found out he cheated. We went to counseling and everything was going fine. Or so I thought, he has been bitching about everything under the sun. I don't clean right, cook right, do laundry right, wash dishes right. Lastnight he bitched about the pot being in the strainer.
I had a dream he was cheating on me lastnight. A week before I founf out he was cheating I had a dream he was. Between his stupid sisters, his bitching and complaining and him cheating I'm done. All he does when he is home is stay holed up in our bed room. He doesn't eat with me or watch tv. He stays in the room all day long. He leaves to put the dishes in the sink or to smoke.
I'm fucking tired of this shit and I'm ready to leave