I don't know if my DH is just stupid, a sociopath (they take no responsibility either), or again, stupid but he takes ZERO accountability/responsibility for anything and I'm fed up. It's like being married to a 12 year old.
Yesterday I come in from work and notice that the house smells weird. I couldn't place it until 30 seconds later I noticed it was a major gas leak going on. As in the house was even hazy. I'm 9 months pregnant, we have 2 cats, 2 dogs, and he's in the house and the smell/haze is so strong there is no way that was going on for 30 seconds as he was claiming. I got furious because I thought "we are about to have a baby and he's going to watch it one day a week and he can't even notice this??????"
And why didn't he notice it?
Because he is obsessed with his laptop, tv, or phone--or all 3. He can't multitask, focus, etc. This isn't the first time. I have to repeatedly ask him to do something 3-7 times in a row and I get a "yea yea". He burns food (such as the pot he was trying to cook off the burnt part, thus the gas leak when the water boiled over and burned the flame out), food timer goes off and he doesn't pay attention for 30 min or later. I'm sick of it.
And what does he do because I yelled at him and said "what if we had the baby; get off the @#$# computer." He immediately screams at me saying "Forget noticing I cleaned the house and tried to scrub off the burnt part of the pot that YOU burned." ME?????? Hello, it's burned because he once again didn't pay attention and burned milk to the point of evaporation. I don't cook nor do I use the nonstick pots because of the burn factor.
Then he goes on and on screaming at the top of his lungs at me, mocking me because I said I bet I'll see what he was on the computer for (sports, friends, Facebook; because he was claiming it was work. It's rarely work).
He's on that computer some days from noon to 10pm. I mean come on. If I dare go on my computer upstairs to actaully do work like a website or game with friends, he comes up there and pouts and tells me to sit with him. Why sit with him? I do and he's either on the computer or I'm bored to death watching his lame shows or watching him literally scream at the top of his lungs and throw things because his stupid team is losing.
I don't know what is wrong with him. I was super tired and not feeling well (I'm due any week now) so I fell asleep upstairs and didn't want to even deal with him. He comes up and wakes me yelling how selifsh I am that he's alone downstairs and I should apologize for treating him like dirt. HA! He's the one that nearly killed everyone in the house and then blows it off as so what he made a mistake. This wasn't a "meh so what" mistake plus he wasn't even admitting how serious it was and why I was in a hissy about it.
To top it off he starts playing "you didn't even come downstairs to see if I was alright. You left the house with me in it."
Please. Cry me a @#$# river. I had to force him to open all windows and doors and turn on a fan. I had to tell him to let the dogs out. And I sat in there for a small bit with a rag over my face then started to feel sick so I left. HE CHOSE TO STAY DOWNSTAIRS ON THE COMPUTER. Why should I care? I drove around the neighborhood wasting time and getting fresh air and I called the gas company who said it could take a 1/2 hour to an hour to clear the gas. DH calls telling me to come home. I stopped by and it still smelled AND HE CLOSED ALL WINDOWS AND DOORS AGAIN. I left again (putting the dogs out while he sat on the computer IMing someone--probably or lawyer who is giving him divorce advice)." So me not caring is a bunch of b.s. He made his choice. I'm the one 9 months pregnant. Why should I stay?
This morning he sends me a lovely email totally blamming me and my behavior and how I can't be pleased with him trying to make me happy. I told him "trying to make me happy? How about I have a husband I can rely on with money (he doens't bring home a check or give me his share of bill money. It's all talk and no action) to now safety in the house. I'm totally doing everything on my own all the time and boo @#$# hoo about him playing the victim."
I swear, it took me everything not to grab that laptop and smash it outside. I'm so sick of him with that computer and his "waaaa I'm working" excuse. If he's working so friggen hard, where are the paychecks?