So, he got up with the kids and I woke up about 30minutes later. He went to the store and made this outrageous breakfast. Nice, right?
No. We all said thank you and ate and I get started cleaning up the HUGE Mess he left... ugh. He finds this old container in the fridge and yells at me and says I'm irresponsible for wasting that food and insisted I empty it this very moment. No. I'm busy cleaning your mess. I told him to just dump it and bring me the container ... and...
"Don't fucking act like you do so much! You're not Betty homemaker. You're not Martha Stuart. You don't do shit. I got up with the kids! You do nothing! If I had someone paying my bills for 3 years I would be ahead and have money saved! (What money should I be saving? I don't have any.) You can't even clean the bedrooms!"
No one goes in my bedroom. Yeah, its messy, but MAYBE if he bought us dressers that wouldn't be the case. Its all I can do to keep up on dishes and the common areas of the house.
the common areas are ALWAYS clean and company ready. I get up and make breakfast EVERY DAY. You do it once and now I'm worthless?
I said I was going to stop doing what I do then. He called me a coward (dafuq ?) And I said "well I don't do anything anyway so what the fuck is the difference?"
The kids were outside and youngest was napping.
BREAKING NEWS UPDATE: I AM NOW DISGUSTING BECAUSE SIX MONTHS AGO I BLED THROUGH WHILE I WAS SLEEPING BECAUSE I HAVE UNGODLY HEAVY PERIODS AND I AM NASTY.