I don’t even know where to start.
For most children, their father is the one they stare at in awe for doing great things. They go to him for tedious work that can seem impossible without his help. Is glad to help through anything and everything. He’s the one to tell you everything is going to be alright.
They can go to him to talk about sports and just mess around with. He’s a buddy but still respectable as a parent, of course. He’s the one how to throw a football or kick a soccer ball. He’ll teach you all his tricks, not only in sports but in life from past experiences.
He’s the one that loves mom and his children over everything. He strives to make his family happy and safe. He’s not selfish because no man of the house is supposed to have a selfish bone in their body. The mother is put on a pedestal and is admired on how she’s able to cook and clean at home even after coming home from a long day’s work. With that said, he should do anything to make it at least one bit easier on her. He should help with the little one by giving him a bath or by tucking him into bed once in awhile.
Should should should.
But that’s not how it is. Oh no. But that’s what she deserves.
To me, he’s just someone who lives here. Nothing more nothing less. So preoccupied in being the man of the house? First you need to know what it means to be a man. She deserves much much more. You and her both know it but yet you don’t give in any effort to put anyone before your selfish needs. You don’t give in to what she wants nor what your children want. That’s not called pride, it’s plain stupidity.
I just try to make up for whatever you can’t fulfill in being a husband or a parent. Which is a lot. I help out with cleaning, laundry, money and I just make sure mom is coming home to a clean and relaxing environment. I also make sure Luke isn’t always alone playing by himself on his Ipad or has his eyes glued to the tv all the time. You should have encouraged his imagination and creativity a long time ago.
All I can do is pray that it gets better.