I have had a rough week or so. DH and I had a huge blow up last week. I told him how I am beginning to resent him, because I am always having to help him take care of his family. On the weekends, I help him take care of SS4, and now on a daily basis, I do the cooking and cleaning for his GM83 who moved in with us.

I explained to him that the only way I think I can cope with GM being here and them always fighting is that I need a dog. I have shot down every reason he and GM can think of, for why I shouldn't have one. I told DH the only way I can help him cope and support him through this is for me to have a pet, something that I can focus on when those two are going at it. I also told him he seriously needs to work on his patience. He blows up at some of the smallest things, and it makes me very uneasy.

An example of how he blows up, yesterday at the grocery store, he instructed the cashier to pass the items down to him, so that he can bag them in our re-usable shopping bags. Cashiers are quicker at scanning things than I am, so they were coming down pretty quickly. He picked up the bags he had already filled and literally threw them in the cart. He says he has been trying to keep this under control and would like me to acknowledge when he is doing a good job of this. I am sorry, but you want me to tell you "good job" for acting like a normal human being? I don't yell at your GM despite the fact that I have to tell her something 3 times to get her to grasp what I am saying. I don't yell at SS when I can't get something to work the way I want it to, just because he happened to ask me a questions while I was frustrated.

This morning, DH was up with SS, because I am not getting up at 6 am on a Sunday for a kid I didn't create, unless DH is ill. When I got up at 830 and went to the bathroom, DH heard me. He came into the bedroom after I got back into bed, and said "It's time to get started on breakfast." Which actually translates into, you get up and start making pancakes, I will start on the sausage once you actually get the pancakes cooking. I told him, I am not cooking this morning. He asked if I am feeling ok to which I told him I was, but I don't feel like cooking. His response, "Well, now I need to find something to do for the boy and I." I told him "You can have the $20 in my wallet and go to IHOP for all I care. I am not cooking."

Well, at this point he can tell that I am pissed off about something, and he asks me what is wrong. I tell him I don't want to talk about it right now. I said that because I know he has plans to go fishing with SS after breakfast, and I don't want to start anything, I just want to be left alone. What does he do, he keeps pushing me, whats wrong? whats wrong? whats wrong? So I tell him, that I am still upset about a lot of things, yesterdays argument in particular. (The argument was about him filing some paperwork to get a new CO nailed down, now that BM is moving closer. Just have it state who is doing the driving, that we get a copy of the insurance card, and that she is to keep DH informed about school.) What the argument came down to is that my opinions and all the research I have been doing don't matter, because he has no intention of making any changes. So sue me for not wanting to get up and cook you, your son and your GM breakfast.

I have been so stressed out, I haven't been able to go one day without an upset stomache. I am quickly reaching my breaking point and I really don't know what to do. I love me DH but it killed me last week when he told me that "You had a choice on GM moving in. I didn't, and yes, your choice was a fucked up one, but you had a choice." So my choice folks was, either I could deal with GM moving in, or I could leave.