My Husband Is Useless

My husband is useless. There, I said it. Honestly, I have no idea what purpose he serves other than being a pain in the butt.

Sure he goes to work, but he can't support the family. I am working form home and putting in 40+ hours a week at a ridiculously low wage to help make ends meet. I could get a job outside of the home, but childcare rates in our area are insane. My field doesn't pay enough to cover the costs of daycare and I really don't trust those home daycares enough to use one. I found one that I kind of liked, but she close 3 weeks a year and at the time my job was only offering 2 weeks of vacation, not consecutively. The obvious option would be for me to take part of the time off and my husband to take the rest, but he said that was out of the question. He wanted us to have the same time off -- probably for fear that he may have to care for the children while I was at work.

He also has a tendency to buy things he doesn't really need, especially expensive electronic things and he also has a tendency to break things. Especially cars. His stellar driving skills have also made it nearly impossible for us to get insurance and the few companies that will take us charge an arm and a leg. I don't blame them, I would too if I were insuring the worlds worst driver. He speeds up at cars that are stopped in front of him, slams on his brakes, swerves to miss them and then flips them off. All because he can't be bothered to pay attention. He's looking, but he's not seeing what's going on around him. It's frightening.

So, I'm home all day with the kids. I wake up and do work on the computer before they get up, then I take care of the house and run the errands with them, then work while they nap, then cook dinner and pick up their messes before my husband gets home, then once he's here I'm on the computer working again. If things are really busy, sometimes I have to do work while the kids play in the room I'm in. My husband complains how much I'm on the computer. I usually wind up working until I go to bed at night.

When my husband comes home from work, he has this annoying habit of grabbing my boobs and squeezing them. I hate that. I'm not opposed to a little manhandling at the right moments, but while I'm cooking dinner it makes me want to stab him. It's even worse when the kids (girls) are watching. I don't want them to think that's an appropriate greeting.

We eat, then the kids go to bed and I work some more. When we were dating and engaged and living together, my husband would always put dinner away and do the dishes. He said that I cooked it, so he'd clean up. That stopped the day we said "I Do" and that was prior to kids when I was working outside of the home too.

Nothing is ever his fault either. Today, our snowblower wouldn't start. I had told him before the storm to make sure it ran and to put the cover on it because it blew off. He didn't for whatever reason -- he was too busy, it was too cold, etc. and of course today it won't start. There is 3 feet of snow on the ground and we are stuck in the house.

He will find a way to clear the driveway in time to take my car to work. His failed inspection 3 weeks ago and he has been taking mine ever since. He has zero mechanical knowledge and he won't pay anyone to fix his car, so whenever it fails inspection he takes it to 4 or 5 stations and pays each of them $30 to have it inspected. They all find different things wrong with it, but since it's an electronic system, all those things get put on the "to-fix" list and thus, the cost goes up. He doesn't get that. Concepts like that are difficult for him to understand. So then he whines that he spent $150-$180 on inspections and he doesn't want to put more money into the car. Then he uses my car for a month or so and starts talking about buying a truck. He drives 600 miles per week. A truck is not an option - we could never afford the gas. So then he reluctantly fixes it and pays several thousand dollars because each inspection station added to the list of things that are wrong and we repeat the process again in a year.

Meanwhile, the kids and I are stuck at home because we have no car. He takes my car to work at 8:30am and comes home at 7pm. It is a lonely, depressing, miserable existence. I hate it. When I get my car back, there's always something wrong with it because did I mention that he's the worst driver ever? He is. I'm not even joking.

I'm so tired of my life right now. I don't know what to do. I hate the idea of being divorced so young, but I don't know what else to do. I also know that if I leave him I won't be able to find a job that pays enough for daycare for my 2 young kids unless I move 2 hours away and live with my parents again. I don't know which idea is less appealing - the thought of living with my parents again or the idea of staying with my useless husband.