I have no “me” time anymore. All I do is work work work work work. When I am home, he is always home so it is never truly “me” time. Don’t get me wrong, I love him and I know I am lucky. I just would occasionally enjoy some time without him being there. It was easier when he was working. Now that he is not, I find it more and more difficult to find any peace with myself. I will go mad without that time, I just know it.
He needs to find a new job.