Originally posted by LuckyDog
I got so totally fed up with hubby today to the point I just could not stand to look at him. _________________
Gosh, do you have a webcam in my house? I think our hubbies must be long lost twins or something. The big difference is that we both work full time (and I make more money than he does), but the cooking, cleaning, etc. is all up to me. If I don't do it, it doesn't get done. I will be the first to admit that I am probably one of the world's worst housekeepers, but we don't live in filth either. I can spend an entire Saturday cleaning, and by Sunday a.m. he's trashed it out again. He spills crap and doesn't clean it up, flips his $%#%@ beer tops "towards" the ashtray/waste can, but if they don't make it no big deal....until you step on it barefoot, not to mention I have one foster dog that is a canine vacuum cleaner. Can't tell you have many times I've caught him chewing on a beer top.

We've only been married 6 yrs (on 1/17) and I've been ready to split this place for awhile now...and in all honesty, I don't really know what's keeping me here. Some days are better than others, but many days if it weren't for my dogs, I wouldn't come home at all. I'm 40 yrs old and lived for darn near 20 yrs on my own before getting married. Many days I long for the single life again....aah, to come home to a house that was a clean as I left it, but even more, to be able to foster as many dogs as I want!!! That's a biggie for me, unfortunately we're always getting new rescues in, but he only wants me to foster one at a time. I currently have two merely because I lied and told him that I was just going to have Copper until another foster home came open. I've learned that it's easier to ask for foregiveness than permission.

My hubby comes from an alcoholic and physically abusive home. He's never once laid a hand on me (he knows better), but I've told him over & over that his words can hurt much more than any physical blow. He refuses any type of counseling...says he doesnt' need some body else to tell him he's an a%$$hole. We've had many long talks about what I need from him, but things only change for a short time and then we're right back to where we started.

At this point, I have no doubt that one day I'll be outta here, just gotta get all my ducks in a row first. My biggest fear is that he'll try to keep my heart dog, Bandit. We originally got Bandit for him, but he has taken very little interest in Pixie & Bandit (Pixie hates him and doesn't trust him at all) and he'd try to take him from me just to hurt me. I love all my dogs, but Bandit is my heart. We've had him since he was 8 weeks old, and he's had a rough 2.5 yrs because he has IBS (irritable bowel syndrome). We have to be very careful with what he eats (his food is a small handful of ProPlan for sensitive tummies mixed with boiled hamburger/rice, yogurt & vitamin supplements, and the only treats he can have are Bah Bah Qs and carrots).

Okay, I've rambled enough....it's nice to know I'm not alone.