I’m a stay at home mom of 6 and I was admitted into the hospital from 4pm Friday to 7pm Saturday… all my husband did was complain that I wasn’t getting answers right away and kept bugging me about when I was coming home that he was going to call the hospital to get them to hurry up so I can come home because he didn’t want to “single” parent anymore… not a single worry in his body… now that I’m home he’s falling asleep on the couch and says that he’s going to leave and be alone like I had a freaking break. I was in so much pain the entire time I was there along with other stuff, I kept getting poked and woken up throughout the night… the fact that he’s acting like this just makes me want to cry and just want to leave him… I ALWAYS have the kids by myself and never get breaks… anytime I want to do something by myself he gets mad so I never do things… the doctor found a small white matter lesion in my brain but couldn’t tell me what it was and said it could be the start of something!? But yet they still discharged me… and what does he do!? Complains… never asked me how I was feeling nothing…. Do I have the right to be upset???
You absolutely have the right to be upset. My husband tried to pull this crap every time I had a baby (we have 5 kids). I really hate it when men think they’re just “babysitting” their kids. It’s freakin’ parenting!
I would up losing so many great jobs because he couldn’t handle the kids all at once. I did just fine. He never once helped in the middle of the night on weekends when they were infants because weekends were his time to relax and not do anything he didn’t want to do. Not once did he change our daughter’s diaper. He said it was creepy.
After I had our last son at age 39, I got my tubes tied and told him his freeloading days where the kids were concerned was over. RIGHT TO HIS FACE! Either you step up and parent our kids while I work nights, or get the hell out. I wasn’t going to let him screw up any more jobs for me. Of course, being the big man baby that he was (he died in 2021 and missed our oldest son’s wedding and our first granddaughter), he went and stayed in a hotel for a week. When I DIDN’T call him begging him to come home because I couldn’t handle it, he came slinking back and asked me to help him figure out how to parent. I told him no and to figure it out himself. He had plenty of time to learn just by watching me.
I went back to work the next week. I told him to not call me unless someone was bleeding or the cops were there. Guess what? He never called me. He figured it out for himself. He learned how to do everything I did without complaint.
Don’t take any crap. These are his kids too.