Finally the tax season is done. Finished. Klaar. No more working late at night. No more working all weekend long. It’s finished.
I thought that tonight we would celebrate. Be happy as a family, since I know that they have been ‘missing’ me, even though I mostly worked at home.
However my husband had other plans. I asked him to pick up the boys after work, since I knew I’d be working late. He did not. He chose to drink with his friends. Chose not to spend tonight with us.
I’m hurt. I’m upset. I feel completely unloved. I feel as though he has no idea what I have been through and what I need. Just a little “I noticed you’ve been working hard” would be fine.