I had quite a bad asthma attack yesterday afternoon which is still giving me some breathing problems today yet despite this, I still got up at 5.30am to see to Annie, still did all the school preparation for the kids, still took them to school and all the while Tom sat on his arse doing nothing but watch the telly.
Tonight, I washed up after dinner, cleaned the table, bathed Annie and put her to bed, while he watched telly again. The whole day I’ve been wheezy and breathless and needing to take my inhaler constantly, all of which Tom has seen.
If an asthma attack, a potentially life-threatening attack isn’t going to get him off his arse then nothing will. No talking, no nagging, no reasoning, no threats of leaving. Nothing. I know this now.