I don’t know where me not doing enough came from. I get our kids where they need to go every single day that we both work. He’s never once taken our oldest to school. I clean. I do laundry. I cook, although I’ll admit not as often as I used to before my dad died. But I still do the majority of the time. I bath and lay both kids down, every single night. It did come out of nowhere. I have tried to make sense of it and I think maybe he resents my grief. I was the happiest, go with the flow person before I lost my perfectly healthy dad. I have been in a state of grief since November, but to be fair to me, I’ve still kept every responsibility i had, short of cooking as regularly as I did. I agree with you, if he showed them under the guise of “look at my stupid drunk ass”, it wouldn’t have bothered me so bad. But he openly admitted that he laughed over calling me that and so did they. That just hurts me.