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Input: I'm a homemaker of two adorable little girls.  My husband is my best friend and my girls are my entire world.  It's the hardest, yet most rewarding job in the world.  It is work though and and I feel like I should get at least some compensation for all that I sacrifice.  My husband doesn't feel that way at all though.  We very very rarely fight, but last night we had by far the worst in our relationship and I'm heartbroken about it.

I have been feeling this way about money for awhile now.  So I decided to draft up a list of the stuff that I do around the house.  Daycare, cleaning, cooking, ect and after the tykes were put down I presented it to him and explained that I would like to be have a separate bank account and be paid (min wage) for the hours that he's at work to be put into and that money be for the work that I put in for the family.  I figured that was completely reasonable, but apparently not.

He asked me what was wrong with our current bank account so I explained that I feel guilty spending money from it on stuff that's just for me.  Like manicures or going out with my friends, stuff like that.  Then I told him I'd also like a weekend.  Two days off where I can get back to myself and feel like a human again.  I said we could plan my weekends for when he's off to watch the girls, or hire a sitter for at least part of the day, just so long as I have some time to decompress.

He was silent through all of this and when I had stopped explaining, he kind of laughed and asked me if I was being serious.   I got a little defensive and said no and started telling him that this is what I needed, but he cut me off.  Now he's been my rock since I met him.  I have severe depression and he knows and has been my biggest support dealing with it.  He said in a jokey type way that if I was a paid housekeeper I would have been fired years ago.  I'll be the first to admit that with two toddlers running around the place gets messy and it's hard keeping up with it.  Especially dealing with depression that makes me not even want to get out of bed.  I got angry and told him he had no idea what it's like running around all day taking care of the kids.  He works in customer service and his job is literally sitting in a chair all day talking to people on the phone.  He said of course he knows, he comes home after working all day and takes over playing with the girls.  Like playing with them for a few hours before they go to bed is even remotely similar.  I told him that maybe he should really try to walk a mile in my shoes.

Then he went after my weekend request, saying that he already gives them to me off because he helps out.  The thing with that is that he is a homebody and he likes staying in.  There's been nothing stopping him from going out and doing something different, but because I'd like a little time to myself once a week I'm evil.

Here's where it got really hurtful.  I tried to explain to him that he really can't and doesn't understand the toll that my workload puts on me while also suffering from depression.  He is apparently "so fucking sick of that excuse".  Like I said, he's been my rock.  I thought he got it and understood what a struggle it is to deal with depression, but instead he just views it as an excuse.   I honestly am not sure if I'm going to be able to confide in him anymore after this.  I'm devastated.

At the time I got livid and started yelling at him.  I can honestly count the times he's raised his voice to me on one hand so I was a little taken aback when he started yelling back at me.    He said he didn't want me to work for our family, that if I really wanted a pay check let's get day care and I could get a job.  I asked him if he really wanted a stranger raising our kids and in really mocking tone he said no, he wanted me to walk a mile in his shoes.

We argued for a while.  I was in tears by then end of it.  I really just can't believe such a simple request set him off so much.  He's been absolutely amazing before all this, I just don't get it.  I really don't think me asking for money that I can spend on myself without feeling guilty would be such a big deal.  

He slept on the couch last night and either couldn't hear or purposely ignored our daughter when she woke up crying and I was up with her all night.  Now I'm exhausted, depressed, and feeling so alone and right when his day was done I got a text from him saying he was going out for drinks.  I've sent him multiple texts trying to get him to come home and he's just ignoring them now.  Was it really such an awful thing to just want the work I put in to have some value?    

wanting to get some money for everything I do as a stay at home mom