
This whole weekend, all DH has been concerned about is having sex and eating dinner. I was so disgusted in that he wouldn't do a thing I asked, just kept saying "I'll do it later, I promise" that I refused to have sex with him all weekend, and of course instead of doing the dishes that he promised, before he leaves he corners me in the bedroom and practically begs. I had called him into the bedroom to earlier to show him something his Mom had gotten the boys, and he gets mad that I wont have sex with him while we were in there. Hello... 3 kids in the living room... remember? And he gets mad and pouts

I asked him to rebag the trash in the garage because the dog ripped it open. He didn't. I fixed all the meals, and then washed all the dishes several times so I could fix meals, with him promising he would. He didn't.
The driveway needed to be shoveled. I asked him to before we left to take him back to work. He laughed at that idea. Now I am totally stuck in the driveway, in a hole I melted in the ice by trying to get out, it's suposed to snow another 6" tonight, I really NEED to get into the garage, and I can't. I called him and begged him to come back by and pull me out, he says he can't... of course, it's his JOB... but this is his job too.
I'm so tired of this. I'm ready for a divorce. I never see him anyways, and when I do, all he does is help make messes but doesn't help clean them up. I'm so heartsick from all this. And overwhelmed by all that I have to do, all the time.
