My husband is always saying "you're always upset about something". He said it again last night, and I was confused because this never used to be the case, and I said "that's not entirely accurate" and he reached into a drawer, pulled out the plastic wrap and started talking about the details of the packaging.
He was trying to blame me over dinner for him not getting anything done (all of the projects that he committed to and walked away from). He said it was because I "have a bad day every day" and he wants to come right home and take care of the baby for me so that I can take a bath or something. (leaving out the fact that the baby is asleep for 3 hours before my husband goes to bed every night, freeing up his time)
I did not know what to say because I couldn't put my finger on what was going on. I just felt suspicious and confused and he kept distracting me. All I came up with was "it's normal and healthy for men to have time to themselves after work, I think you should go outside and work on the deck", he looked at me with puppy dog eyes and asked me if I was absolutely sure? I was thinking "sure? sure of what? That I can handle it? handle WHAT?"
At the end of this scenario, I felt weak and helpless and like I have the nicest most caring and attentive husband who is so willing to take care of me in my fragile state of mental health. He's so sweet and caring that he puts his entire life on the back burner, including all of the projects that he's trying to get to, in order to nurse poor old me back to health.
He went outside for 45 minutes (there was still hours before the sun set), before he came back in the house to see what I was "up to" on the computer and ask if I was "doing my work" or not. He came up to my desk and took a peek at what I was doing, and declared that the way to accomplish his project is to do it in "small increments", with no logic behind that other than he's lazy.
I should mention that this deck project that he committed to involves flipping and sanding all of the deck boards. He flipped the boards surrounding the door and stairs so that NO ONE can get into the house safely. So, for anyone who thinks I should invite some acquaintances over from church...it's literally impossible because they cannot get into the house. It's dangerous to walk on the deck, even more dangerous to take the baby out of the house on it (my husband is not oblivious to this fact).
Before this deck project, my car died, and my husband kept telling me that he was going to "save thousands of dollars" at a car auction that was in a couple of months, if I could just hold off and be stuffed into the house for the time being. So I did, because who wouldn't agree to save thousands? The auction came, he went, and didn't buy anything. Then he procrastinated for another month or two on that project, keeping me literally held captive in the house for 10 hours a day while he had the car at work.
So, from January to a few weeks ago, I had no transportation, than as soon as I got a car I was barricaded into the house having to choose between putting my baby in a dangerous situation to leave, or rotting inside with him for 50+ hours a week. I cannot invite people over because it's DANGEROUS for them to get into the house. I don't know them, what if they fell through the deck and sued us? Aside from that, I don't want my new acquaintances getting hurt, obviously.
If you mentioned these things to him, he would say that I'm NUTS and that it's an elaborate fabrication that I made up in my mind, and that it's just a coincidence that these things are making me feel like a prisoner.