I'm going crazy, DH thinks I'm blowing things out of proportion, I think I'm justified.

I've been telling him for 6 months now "we need to get tires on the car before it snows". The tires are completely bald, down to the little line in the middle of the "tread" that indicates where they're no longer safe to drive on. They've been that way for the about 4 months. His response is always "yeah we will". In that time, he has put new tires on the pickup (which he was no longer driving because I was stupid and agreed to getting a Harley) and put a new/louder exhaust on said Harley. Oh and went to Nascar in Phoenix for a week, unpaid because he hasn't been with his new job long enough to have vacation pay...without me, because I had to work and even if I didn't have to work, there's no way our budget could have afforded both of us taking a week off unpaid!

So here we are, halfway in to November, and we get our first snowstorm last night, and it was BIG! Lightly snowed all day yesterday except for maybe an hour. By the time I left work, there was at least an inch-an inch and a half on the ground. And I was sliding ALL OVER the place. One intersection I didn't think I was going to be able to stop, ended up stopping when I hit the curb (better that than another car right?), and any time I got over 1000rpm's, the car had absolutely no traction. Traffic was ridiculous and thankfully everyone was going super slow, too slow but whatever. Ended up going 5-10mph on the interstate all the way home- everyone was going that speed, it was kinda silly but oh well, not much I could do. Took me an hour to get home, and I was white knuckled the whole drive, all it would have taken was one idiot in front of me to suddenly stop and there's no way I could have stopped due to no traction at all.

I got home, slammed the door and burst in to tears, had been holding it in the whole time. I am usually a very confident driver in the snow, but knowing I couldn't stop was so scary. DH asked what was wrong so I told him how scared I had been and how pissed I was that he had put off getting tires on the car. His response: Well it's not like I knew it was going to snow today. I remind him that they've been talking about it for a week, and oh yeah, it's the middle of fucking NOVEMBER! Told him how tired I was of him putting everything off except things that directly benefit him. He walks away, doesn't even comfort me, say he's sorry, not a damn thing.

I go to our room and shut the door. DH comes down the hall a little later to tell my BD11 that dinner is ready. Says nothing to me. Before she goes to the kitchen, DD11 comes in to comfort me. How sad is it that an 11 year old has more empathy than a grown man? Why does he think it's ok for him to be mad because I spoke the truth?

This morning, DH says we'll drop the car off to Les Schwab to get tires. Where I wanted to take it months ago, but DH wouldn't let me because he was going to save money and go to Discount Tire. I ask what happened to going to Discount Tire? He says that since we don't have the cash to pay for them, it would be cheaper to put them on my account at Les Scwab than to put them on a credit card at Discount Tire. /headdesk

I get ready for work, then notice it continued to snow all night. Go out and start the pickup and the car. Go back in to get my winter boots on and start to clear off both vehicles. DH comes out, on the phone, and just watches me clear off both vehicles. Doesn't offer to help a single bit. After we dropped the car off, I jump his shit about being so damn helpful. He says "it's not my fault my brother called". I tell him he could have told his brother he'd call him back, that he needed to help me clear the snow off the vehicles. Remind him that he's always talking about men needing to be gentleman, and most men help their wives out with this sort of thing, to be a gentleman. Nothing, dead silence. So I add "but it's alright, I've been doing things on my own for so many years (when I was a single mom), I can handle it and don't need a man to do shit for me".

Why is it so hard for some men to step up and do things that need to be done, without being asked or harrassed? I swear he wasn't this god damn lazy before we got married but it's like he thinks I'll just put up with his shit for all of eternity.