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2010-08-13 23:18:15 UTC
I called my husband-which I never do when he is out-for some help. Rather than what I anticipated, my husband told me he was busy talking to his sister and sounded very frustrated. So I waitied until 2AM. When he got home, he never took me to an urgent care but handed me some tylenol and some bandaids. I broke into a fever, and the tylenol never helped. I told him I needed to go see a doctor, but he ignored my pleas. I asked if he could call a paramedic and he said "why? so they can check you out. I'll take you to the doctor tomorrow." The next morning my spouse says he has to take his father to work and would take me later to urgent care. I asked why we couldn't get a taxi for his father since I needed to go to the hospital, all my husband said was "I promised him." I have no friends or relatives so I waited until 4PM when my spouse took me to urgent care. The doctor told my husband I broke my foot, would not be able to drive for 2 months, and would need some help. It's not easy being a mom with a 1 year old and 4 year old with your foot broken. Plus I got a dog who I have to take out to pee. We have stairs everywhere in our house and stairs to get into the house. But I still do the cleaning, cooking, dishes, and pay attention to my kids thanks to pain pills. I do not complain to my husband nor do I ever dare to ask him for a helping hand. Today, I feel really exhausted and can't really go on doing everything myself.
So I asked if we could get a maid to come clean once this month. Just once. The man I once thought was a nice guy told me that I was acting like a "baby", and that "it's just your foot not your arm or ribs", and that "I hope you go to hell." He has been ice cold. He even pointed his finger in my face at me saying " you need to admit you are wrong and admit your a blubbering baby." He then took my kids out to the grocery store, came back, and made dinner. Here's where it hurts. He calls my kids to the table and places their meals along with his. Not mine. Then afterwords, he gives all the table scraps (which we never have done before) to the dog. It's not that I wanted to eat his food, but I don't know why I am treated this way. I will limp into the kitchen and fix me a bowl of cereal. Yet I kinda feel this isn't how people who "love" each other should behave. So what is this? Is this behavior wrong? What would you do? Please help me. I am so sad and angry my foot is broken. I wish I could run away.
PS: He did take his dad to work, but never told him that I had an accident. So I don't think he was with another woman or anything. And since we have been married, he has grown a very big temper -he lashes out -unlike when we were dating.