I didn't know where to put this and to be honest it's just me venting and has absolutely nothing to do with ptsd.
I have a library and media science degree but to be honest I don't have the courage to be around people so I got a job as a dishwasher. I was proud of myself as I haven't worked in nearly two years. The people are friendly. I don't know how to drive and every time I ask my husband for a lesson he has a really good excuse why he can't teach me. Last night was an event I had been looking forward to and when he got home I was ready to go. He reminded me he had work today, I told him I did too and he said but your job is so small. The baby had a rough night and I asked for help, once again I got reminded he had work this morning. At three thirty I woke up for the day and started doing all the stuff I need to (breakfast, coffee, housework) and he woke up at 4:50, he took out the trash and acted like he had done too much too early. Why is my job less important?
I have a library and media science degree but to be honest I don't have the courage to be around people so I got a job as a dishwasher. I was proud of myself as I haven't worked in nearly two years. The people are friendly. I don't know how to drive and every time I ask my husband for a lesson he has a really good excuse why he can't teach me. Last night was an event I had been looking forward to and when he got home I was ready to go. He reminded me he had work today, I told him I did too and he said but your job is so small. The baby had a rough night and I asked for help, once again I got reminded he had work this morning. At three thirty I woke up for the day and started doing all the stuff I need to (breakfast, coffee, housework) and he woke up at 4:50, he took out the trash and acted like he had done too much too early. Why is my job less important?
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