Seriously. What is the point of having a life partner, a husband, who has basically done everything within his power to participate as little as humanly possible in both the relationship and the life you "share" together? Ok so husband is a difficult child. I've known that for many years. He's at best got autistic traits, and has even been given a diagnosis of aspergers. He's antisocial. He's a grouch to make Oscar the Grouch from Sesame Street look like the sweetest thing since jelly. He'll yell and swear and carry on about anything......and I seriously do mean anything. Yes, he'd be 100 percent better if he had his trazadone back. But honestly at this point I don't give a d*mn. Even on it he was still antisocial and just less of a grouch.......it didn't cure the omg I actually have to work for a living or the pure unadulterated laziness that consumes most of his life. Not to mention the hypochondriac crud that I listen to on a consistent basis. During this past year I was out of school husband was supposed to hold down the house and that meant cleaning. He maybe did the dishes 2 or 3 times because I yelled at him......and then I had to rewash them because I'd rather not die from food poisoning. He did nothing else except sit on the sofa, play a computer game and pretend to look for work so he could collect his unemployment. As you can guess the house went to holy hades. I'm talking pure filth. So since I've been out of school I've been attempting to clean it again. Easy? Not with husband messing it up faster than I can clean it with his 'Oh I'm helping cuz I'm scooting things all over the house" routine. IF I can get him to get up off his fanny long enough to do something 5 min later he's sitting for a break, or his back is killing him, or he's sick........or endless other things. He PAID Nichole to come in and help him clean for my Mom's visit for graduation. Poor girl did her best........and did a pretty good job considering husband did nothing to help her and the job itself was overwhelming. But she did get the worst of it. A week later it didn't look like she touched it. And she was kind enough to come in and help me clean it up some again during mother in law's funeral.........and of course it got clogged up again with mother in law's junk that got moved here from the nursing home. Nichole and I worked our fanny's off cleaning up the family room (omg you would not believe the trash out there I was livid!!!) so she could bring over yard sale stuff, we could go thru mother in law's stuff, and she could make space to put her things until sister in law can move it to dayton next week. husband was supposed to help us clean up his literal junk he has as a disaster area on his side of the family room. Yeah, he worked for 10 mins and we never saw him again. I made a not so nice post this morning on fb. I'm fed up. I don't normally do that. But gee maybe if it's out there for the whole world to see he'll sit up and take notice. I doubt it. My mouth has been hurting all week. He's not lifted a finger to help me. I do the stuff I always do including making my own meals. Just like always. He didn't even take me to the dentist. Nichole did. And she'll be taking me next week. I'll vent more later. He has finally crawled out of bed....it's 10am he went to be at like 10pm.......and I'm trying once again to get the d*mn kitchen done. I look at him and I want to strangle him. That is not a good place to be in. My kids have all noticed that since I've been out of school I've been in a constant state of livid. It doesn't look like that's going to change anytime soon.