That's the amount of time that has passed since I left the house.
My husband has his own business - home (farm) based for the most part, but he does have to travel throughout the week. Three months ago he started having issues with his vehicle, so he started using mine to run the business. He now does all the shopping and "away from home" errands when he is going to be out and about, so I don't even get that anymore.
I used to go everywhere with him, I used to play a giant role in the business (something that I have loved to do my entire life) and I used to be happy.
He works 7 days a week, but makes time to go out and have dinner with his business partner once a week and a few times a month he meets up with his buddies at the local antiques auction, which is more of a social gathering than anything else. He hasn't taken me to dinner in over six months, and then it was only because we happened to be out on the road for business, back when I still had some sort of child care. He promised me six weeks ago that he was going to get a sitter (he has the contacts, I don't know anyone up here) and take me on a date night....the day came and he told me that he was sorry, but no one was available to watch the kids (he had only tried calling someone that morning - go figure).
I'm constantly asking if he would keep the girls (ages 9 mos. and 2 1/2) and I in mind if he was going out somewhere where we could all tag along (which is almost anywhere he goes) and to this day he has never taken me up on it. He tells me that I do not appreciate him, that I am a spoiled, crazy person - with anger issues. I wake up an hour before him every morning to prepare his breakfast (that he gets served in bed everyday)....I pick his clothes out for him, lay them on the bed next to him while he watches the news....I run around taking care of the girls while he sips the coffee that I have handed him, and keep refilled as needed. When he comes home, he takes his clothes off and just drops them wherever he is standing and gets into bed to wait for his dinner. I serve him the prepared meal (I put alot of time into cooking) on a tray, in bed. When he is done, he puts the tray on the nightstand and I am expected to clear it.
Sorry, I'm just having a tough time and need to vent.