My husband tried to teach me how to measure peel and stick tile for the ends of the floor or whatever you call it. But I just could not get it. He proceeded to call me an asshole and that how could I ever be a nurse if I couldn’t do measurements for peel and stick tile. He told me this was gradeschool work and so I replied at told him “well why can’t you do it alone then?” Then he proceeds to get even more angry with me, treating me like an idiot and sarcastically said thanks for vacuuming to prep for his work and mumbled stuff wishing I was more helpful. Now he’s just slamming the doors and everything.
For context:
I wanted to move our loft couch downstairs after planning to do so since last year bc I told him one day our future son may want to use this couch yo climb over the loft railing (he is doing that now so I am stressed out)
He was also supposed to finish this tile last year before I gave birth, our son is almost 14 months old now. I helped as much as I could when I was 5-8 months pregnant. I hauled out old carpet and ripped out vinyl with mold, carried a very heavy couch with him up the stairs.
He also has been on and off work since our son has been born bc he is very lucky to have had 2 almost 3 months off when our son was born, and then his workplace released in June, like 400 something hours paid time off for the first year of our sons life. So he would only work maybe a week in a month (he could choose which days he could be back to work and off work again he didn’t have to take the hours consecutively). But with ALL that
Time, he hasn’t finished any of the edges of the peel and stick tile. I grouted the whole first floor. I started with a 5 month old on my back while on the floor grouting. Then had to stop bc it was too much, then maybe 3 months later, I finished everything in 2 days, while watching our child (he doesn’t do childcare, maybe an hour or two a day, everyday if I’m lucky)
And, so today, I finally said I am going to move the couch down because we can’t keep risking our son’s safety. He has been so annoyed with me bothering his bed rotting the whole day. Ever since I got up at 9:30am, I didn’t even get an hour to myself bc I took our Christmas decorations down, I do laundry everyday, mopped l, vacuumed, and dried our dogs off bc it’s been raining like crazy. AND I always bring this man food to our bedroom. And he’s mad at me because it’s 12am and I am just out of brain power and energy to do anything else. (He also doesn’t do any night care for our son, but luckily he is a good sleeper)
Now he is here in bed, I did most of his prep work and he won’t do those random bits and ends bc he’s frustrated with me and I know he’s going to find a way to make it my fault again.