I (33F) and my husband (33M) are both sick with the flu at the moment. We’ve been together for 13+ years at this point so I’m used to taking care of him when he’s sick. And he is always… kind of a baby about it.
There’s a lot of moaning and pained noises and “I think I’m dying” even though I have the exact same flu and have been still doing partial work days and taking care of meals and picking up groceries and taking the dogs out and being the primary person watching the kids, who are also sick.
I can deal with all that. Whatever. But I’ve been sleeping upright on the couch for the last few nights because I cough like crazy when I’m lying down and I just can’t sleep. And just now he was like “are you sleeping in bed?” I said I would need to be elevated/upright at a level that isn’t comfortable for him (we have an adjustable bed). And instead of him offering to sleep on the couch so I could have my turn being in the bed, he was like “okay” and went upstairs. Not even an offer to swap.
I dunno, I’ve just really lost a lot of respect for him these last few days. He’s convinced his symptoms are so much worse and seems very fixated on himself. And if I confronted him, he would be like “well I let you sleep in this morning” (till 9, when I was up from 4:30–6:30) and “I made you a cup of tea and I put the soup in the microwave yesterday.” Like it’s just enough that he can technically say he’s done things to help out.
How do I get over this resentment? I know I should have that conversation with him when I’m better and my throat doesn’t feel like sandpaper, but I’m pretty damn angry right now. Especially because I can hear the bed’s massage setting on upstairs. It’s just adding insult to injury.