Title: I Feel Like I Married His Parents, Not Him (he isn't the same anymore)

I’m honestly at my breaking point and just need to vent. My husband and I have been married for a while, and I feel like I’m in this relationship alone. Every time we argue, his go-to statement is, “Pack your bags, I’m calling your parents. You leave.” I’m tired of hearing it. It’s like his way of shutting down the conversation and pushing me away instead of addressing the issue.

For context, I’m a working woman with a full-time job. I work hard throughout the week and look forward to weekends to rest. But for me, weekends are anything but relaxing. He works 6 days a week and gets just one day off, and on that one day, he chooses to do whatever he wants—usually staying in and not going out because he’s “too tired.” Meanwhile, I’m the one who takes care of everything else. I handle the laundry, keep the house in order, manage responsibilities, and on top of that, I’m enrolled in a course that requires time and effort. I’m also the one constantly taking care of his parents. It genuinely feels like I married his family, not him.

To make it worse, his work shift starts early, so we have to wake up at 7 AM every day for him while my shift starts at 11 AM Even on weekends, I can’t get that extra bit of rest. I don’t get to sleep in or recharge. And no, I can’t nap in the afternoon because I literally don’t have the time, and I’m just not someone who can nap easily.

This morning, after a hectic Saturday of cleaning and doing laundry, I was beyond exhausted and just wanted to sleep in for one day. ONE DAY. I asked him to manage things himself in the morning, just pack his own lunch and go. But he lost it. He shouted at me like crazy when he couldn’t manage on his own. He literally yelled, telling me to “Get the f** up or leave the house.”*

And this isn’t the first time. I’m so emotionally drained. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I feel like I’m giving my all and getting nothing in return. I’m tired of being made to feel like I don’t belong in my own home.

Has anyone else dealt with something like this? How did you handle it? I feel so stuck.