Okay, so I think I have read something to this account all over the web. I hate my life. I love my kids, I think. I know that sounds terrible. Let me explain. Each of my babies were planned. They range in the age of preteen to first grader. I have three. My middle child is a screamer. I cannot stand how he bullies everyone with his temper. I just want to run away.
What makes matters worse is that I feel exhausted all the time. I work three jobs. We made a decision many years ago that one of us should be a stay-at-home parent. I way out earn my husband and he was okay with it. The problem is that he does little. Do the kids get fed? Eventually. Does the place get cleaned? Not consistently. I just feel that everything falls on me.
Yes, I have spoken to my husband about this. He appologizes and says he'll work on this. Yes, the kids do chores. He doesn't think they do enough. I do. I think he doesn't do enough. I have a mirror my parents gave me for Christmas FIVE years ago. He still hasn't hung it. Recently, his reply was, "Well, it's ugly anyway." When I called him on his snarky behavior, the discussion was reduced to telling me to hire someone to do it and anything else I wanted done.
It's gotten to the point that I wouldn't mind if he went on an errand and never came home. I really have grown to hate him, which is stupid. I don't want my kids growing up in a broken home, but I don't want them growing up in a miserable one either.
Counseling? Who knows. There certainly is no money for it.