MY HUSBAND IS A CHILD IN A GROWN UPs BODY

My husband is a child in a grown ups body. Woke me up while I was desperately trying to get one more hour of sleep to scream about who ate the protein bars his mom bought him.

I was trying to sleep this morning. I have insomnia and have been under an incredible amount of stress lately. So much stress that I didn’t even get my period this month. This man busts in the room where I was getting one more hour of sleep and wants to know where all the protein bars his mom ordered him are. 

Well, I ate one box, and there’s another box in the kitchen. That’s not good enough for him. He said I was “stingy” and that I’m getting “wider.” Like trying to shame me for eating protein bars his mom sent? He lives in my house, I own the car, the pets are mine, he lives a sweet life. I earn three times what he makes, and now we are trying to get pregnant.

And the sleep, which is something I desperately need, doesn’t seem to matter to him at all. So now I get to work all day on four hours of sleep and I have an interview I was going to prep for and I know with this little sleep, I’m never going to be able to more than the bare minimum of work meetings. I have a meeting with my career coach this evening, I won’t be prepared to do a mock interview. I am so pissed.

This man is ruining my life like an inside job. Then he fucking goes back to bed because he’s off work today. My body is exhausted, my back hurts, and now apparently I’m getting fat from protein bars.

Update: we WERE pregnant it turns out (doc called back), found out this morning. Then started miscarrying almost immediately after finding out. Sorry I haven’t been responding much. I am feeling pretty dazed at the moment. Thank you all so much for the perspective. I’m going to bed.