{"id":1977,"date":"2024-03-15T19:18:53","date_gmt":"2024-03-15T19:18:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/?p=1977"},"modified":"2024-03-15T19:18:53","modified_gmt":"2024-03-15T19:18:53","slug":"my-husband-kind-of-sucks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/?p=1977","title":{"rendered":"My husband kind of sucks"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1978\" src=\"https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/5-2.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"654\" height=\"821\" srcset=\"https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/5-2.png 654w, https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/5-2-239x300.png 239w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 654px) 100vw, 654px\" \/><\/p><div class=\"311fe198f191a864c1efcdfa9efedfdf\" data-index=\"3\" style=\"float: none; margin:0px 0 0px 0; text-align:center;\">\n<div data-type=\"_mgwidget\" data-widget-id=\"1782571\">\r\n<\/div>\r\n<script>(function(w,q){w[q]=w[q]||[];w[q].push([\"_mgc.load\"])})(window,\"_mgq\");\r\n<\/script>\r\n\n<\/div>\n\n<p>So, the other day, me and my hubby, let&#8217;s call him James, had this super weird moment and I&#8217;m still scratching my head about it. James had been in a funk pretty much all day. He&#8217;s been hating on his job lately, feeling stuck, and his hobbies have been a bust too &#8217;cause of the crappy weather we&#8217;ve been having.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Anyways, I woke up feeling like a train wreck yesterday, sick as a dog. I was so out of it I had to bail on work. Spent most of the morning and half the afternoon catching Z&#8217;s. Come dinner time, I told James I still felt like garbage and asked if he could handle making dinner. He&#8217;d been glued to his video games since he wrapped up work. Reluctantly, he agreed and about thirty minutes later, he started rustling up something.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I could tell he was annoyed from the way he was slamming cabinets and griping about stuff I hadn&#8217;t done for dinner prep. Obviously, we had to have a chat about this. But boy, did he drop a bombshell. First, he&#8217;s moaning about not getting to do his usual stuff, then it&#8217;s his job, and suddenly he&#8217;s throwing out stuff like &#8220;you&#8217;re always sick&#8221; and &#8220;you&#8217;re always sad.&#8221; He even hit me with the &#8220;you&#8217;re weak and I&#8217;m scared I&#8217;ll always have to take care of you, like you can&#8217;t take care of yourself&#8221; spiel. And yeah, I have my moments with anxiety and feeling down, but it&#8217;s not like I&#8217;m some basket case. Plus, he starts bringing up kids randomly, worrying he&#8217;ll regret not having any. It was like he just kept piling on, airing out all his grievances.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Since then, not a word of apology or even acknowledgment of what went down. I get it, we all have bad days, but man, it stung to hear him basically call me a burden. And then to top it off, he&#8217;s talking about kids like it&#8217;s some sort of solution. I&#8217;ve been racking my brain all night wondering what the heck I did wrong, IF I did anything wrong. And the other thing is, I&#8217;m the one taking on the majority of the mental load most of the time here, making food, doing the shopping lists, cleaning the house etc. And I do it even when I&#8217;m a grumpster. I needed one day off due to being sick and this is how I&#8217;m treated?<\/p>\n\n<div style=\"font-size: 0px; height: 0px; line-height: 0px; margin: 0; padding: 0; clear: both;\"><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So, the other day, me and my hubby, let&#8217;s call him James, had this super weird moment and I&#8217;m still scratching my head about it. 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