*****VENT********

So I got off work at about 815 yesterday night, a wonderful mandatory 15 hour shift. I had told DH in advance that this was going on, I have mandatory overtime this weekend too. It's a skid weekend so I don't mind one bit
The week prior DH assured me that he would have dinner ready when I got home. I was exhausted and almost got lost driving home due to normally not driving home when it's dark, I walk through the door
DH is on his stupid tablet game that he is addicted to (his FAVORITE thing to do) the dishes aren't done, my dog has to go out...the best part?...no food. I interrupted DH "game time" and tried to nicely ask why the *%$# he didn't make anything. His excuse?
We. Have. No. Food.
I almost hit the ceiling. There are about 4 cans of soup in the pantry (according to him, that's not food. Guess he's never been broke before)
He "couldn't find the frozen chicken" (all 4 bags are portioned, labeled, in individual zip-lock bags on the TOP shelf of the freezer. Since that is the only thing IN the freezer I think he was struck with "temporary blindness")
We only have one pack of ramen left.
He ate the last of the hot dogs raw when he got home.
I told him I just got home, I had to be back at work in less than 7 hours, I would just eat a can of soup and go to bed. He hits the roof and says "omg, you worked your first 15 hour shift EVER...congratulations". This coming from a man who as of recent has barely worked 40 hours a week at his new job since July thanks to the gd visitation schedule.
He decided. to. order. Chinese.
The man that has NO MONEY...ordered food. I don't know if he put it on a credit card or how he paid for it. I reminded him he has his spawn this weekend so he better go grocery shopping. Im guessing since I work all weekend they will happily order out every night. Then he will panic at drop off time and hopefully go grocery shopping because I. AM. DONE. I'm even debating giving him my "share" of the Chinese cost ($10) because I think he's going to try to deduct that off the money he owes me, and he never does the math correctly he'll try to subtract the entire amount even though he bought for himself too. At least I'm no longer paying his phone bill.
Ss birthday is next month. I am not going to bake a cake, buy decorations, or a gift. I am going to buy MYSELF the biggest bottle of wine I can find and sit on our screen porch and read a book. I am going to wash my dishes only. It is a waste of water to separate our laundry so I won't go that far...but I am done. Our intimacy is almost non existent, I'm lucky if it's once a month. He'd rather watch things on his tablet/phone and take care of it himself. I'm trying to remember why I married him. He had his moments, but it was never this bad. We need to have a LONG talk, but sadly this is not the weekend to do it. I'm physically and mentally exhausted and we have the kid. If he is willing to work on things, I will. Marriage is not a vow I take lightly. But I am feeling so defeated and unappreciated lately, ever since we moved it's been like this. We used to be happy. He was funny, and would do little things to surprise me, one time I came home and he said "I saw this stupid little stuffed penguin and thought of you because you like weird little buggy-eyed creatures" it was great. He was thoughtful. He would thank me sometimes after I cooked dinner. He was nice. I miss him. We were best friends and lovers.
Maybe I won't go home tonight, maybe I should go to "happy hour" and pretend I'm happy. Time to take care of "me". Maybe if I'm not dreaming he'll apologize tonight.
*vent over*