Anonymous wrote:I've been sick with severe bronchitis all week. I have a horrid cough, high fever and my body hurts from all the coughing. I haven't slept more than 2-3 hours over the last few nights because of the coughing.
Even though I've been sick, I've continued working full-time, I've cooked every night this week and I've kept up with housework for the most part.
The laundry (clean) has piled up and I left dishes in the sink last night after I cooked.
I got home from work, caught a 20 minute nap and decided to get dinner started. DH asked what we were having. I told him we would have last night's main course along with 2 freshly cooked sides. He got all huffy and told me that he didn't want it two nights in a row.
I told him that I refused to waste all that food and that that is what I would make. He reluctantly accepted it.
As I'm cooking, he says "did you get a chance to go to the store to pick up my energy bars?"
I told him that I couldn't today and he'd have to wait until this weekend when I do grocery shopping. He told me that "I'm not living up to my obligations." He then told me that "you sure have time to go out and party with your friends though." He was referring to my birthday party last week. My sister flew in from the west coast and she and 10 of my girlfriends took me out for dinner and drinks.
This was pre-illness. I go out maybe 1-2 times per month for dinner with my friends. I hardly call that partying.
I turned off the burners, threw all the food in the trash and told him to go fuck himself.
I am BEYOND pissed. Do I not deserve a little compassion?
I'm so mad at him.
I think that's an appropriate reaction. If I was sick and didn't have kids I wouldn't be doing any dinner or laundry. Grown men can buy their own damn energy bars and make dinner when their wife is sick.