Not only does he treat us all (including his wife and kids) like shit, he gets me hurt today. My husband and I were lifting a box that weighed well over 200 pounds, and he spills water. Rather than clean it up or say something he walks off and let's me step in it, barefoot, on linoleum, walking backwards carrying a box that weighs more than I do, and I fall. That box landed square on my ducking ankle. I got the box out there and on the U-haul and start questioning the kids as to why I stepped in a puddle, he walks out and says HE spilled it, no apology, no caring just an oh well. I got hurt and he says oh well? My ankle is swollen and all kinds of pretty colors now.
On top of all if that BS, my husband got rear ended Thursday going off post with all three kids and I in the car. So we have to tangle with insurance, and don't even know if our car can be fixed, and we are worried sick. That was our ONLY vehicle.
Her husband gets pissed because she's toting us around to get our help with their move, and was nice enough to promise to help get my youngest to her dr appt on Tuesday. Oh and she helped us get home after the accident, and got me and the newborn from the ER (the rest of us checked out at the scene) before getting him from work (she was still there before he got off), and helped us get our personal belongings out of our car in case they do total it.
All I wanted to do was spend time with my husband this weekend, and celebrate that we survived the last year of pure hell our marriage went through. But instead I'm being driven almost to tears by his selfish attitude and his cussing us all out for trying to help them.
If she weren't my best friend, and if I didn't love her boys like my own I would have said a lot more than what I did when I finally snapped. Just his laziness, the attitude, the cussing, the everyone hates me bullshit finally got me. I was too steps from calling a cab, leaving, and saying to he'll with it.