I have tried and I get very little conversation back. He was offered to speak to a Macmillan nurse etched but refused. He knows I'm here to support and talk, im nit pushing him its his decision if he wants to talk. To be honest he has been like it a very long time he is a very hard man to live with and before all my issues kicked off he emotionally drained me dry, he became impossible and then I fell ill. I did discover he was going to leave me but because I fell ill he felt obliged to stay, great!
There was so much rubbish in the front of the house I had to pay so done to remove it, because I had asked him until I was blue in the face to take it to the rip but he didn't. I've asked him to tidy the garden and he hasn't. I've asked him to tidy his room up (yes like you would a teenager) he hasn't it's like someone has emptied every drawer, wardrobe and threw stuff on the floor, and kicked it about. I've bought ironing and wash baskets so I can work out what is and isn't clean and it still gets dropped on the floor. He made tea on Wednesday there was leftover chicken on the table, as a test I thought I would leave it and see how long it is until he throws it, he didn't but I did three days later. He went to McDonald's Friday night, the Pepsi cup was still until ten minutes ago empty and stuck to the table
He has tool boxes, with no tools in they are on every shelf or floor in the utility room, I have a box to throw shoes in, he don't out them in, they are on the floor around it.
His dog sheds hair everywhere, I've not hoovered up all week whilst he has been off and not once has he cleared it up, I'm going to have to do it for when the cleaner comes tomorrow which I would be embarrassed about. We have had many a fall out over this and it's never changed. He does not realise how utterly shattered I am and come home to a house I actually now despise. My first house I've owned and I hate it, my mortgage runs out next October and I'm thinking of selling it I've just had enough and go back to renting
I've been asleep again for two hours, I look like a tramp, I've stopped looking after myself I know I have and do have spurts of getting myself sorted, but then I look at my house and its a mess and I just sink again. He never takes his dog for a walk, I try to take his with mine but I can't handle two dogs, and I feel so sorry for his dog, I really do
It's like groundhog dag it's the same crap different day over and over