– Where did the bananas go? – I tell my husband.
– I ate it, I felt like it.
– Couldn’t you at least leave one for your son?
– You’re making a big deal out of this. It’s like they don’t sell bananas in the store.
– So go out and buy one.
– I got a soccer game. How can I go?
This happens all the time in our family: cottage cheese, cookies, and apples. I even have to hide food, because my son could go hungry with such a father.
We’ve been married for five years. Our son will be two years old soon. We have an apartment on credit, so, you know, money is tight. My husband thinks he’s the breadwinner, because he gave us the apartment. In fact, he just sold his one-room apartment to make the down payment, but my parents also helped.
My mother thinks my husband is a real egoist. I partly agree with her.
One day we were getting ready for a birthday party. I’m cooking to treat the guests, and he keeps running underfoot and emptying the plates. The worst part was, he got to the cake, too. I left it on the balcony, because there was no room in the refrigerator. Brought into the kitchen to cut, I look, and there’s a piece cut and decorate chocolate left. Imagine how embarrassed I was.
This happens all the time. Yes, he earns, but you can somehow make sense of everything, to think about others. He has one excuse: “We’ll buy it, don’t worry!” Okay, he does not care about me, but how can you not take care of your child? Especially since we don’t have enough money, and I’m counting on something. We could have a month’s supply of groceries in a week.
– Why are you picking on him? He’s a man, let him eat. He earns money. And you don’t resent it, but cook more, – his mother-in-law defends him.
The interesting thing is, no matter how much you cook, he won’t have enough. He will eat it all. Buy more there is no way – we still have to pay the loan, buy clothes and other household items.
In general, I told my husband, if he does it again – we will divorce. We’ll share the apartment and we will live each his own life. He took offense at me, complained to my mother. My mother-in-law won’t even talk to me anymore. And I think I’m right. What do you think?
