Our Problems
As much as I love Jack, and I do so very much, we definitely have our problems. In fact, we are having one right now. A big one. And it is going to take some time to get over it.
When I met Jack, it took me a long time to start doing things for him. I have been in a couple of relationships where I would do so much for some people, I have would up being used and taken advantage of. So for quite a long time, I never even volunteered to help. As time passed, i started doing little things for him. Jack works amazingly long hours, and I saw that he could definitely benefit from some help.So I started to do more. And more. And more. Before I knew it, I was driving his kids to their respective sports practices and games. I was cooking dinner for them several nights a week. I was doing laundry and dishes. And two nights ago, I was doing all of this while everyone else was sitting on their asses playing video games.
Jack has told me repeatedly that it makes him uncomfortable that I do so much around his house, but I could tell he needed the help. I backed off a few times, but he would get so far behind that I couldn’t take it. I’d clean up again. And I don’t even live there.
Well, the night everyone was sitting on the couch, I had had it. I stopped what I was doing and went upstairs to bed. The next day (yesterday), Jack was in a pissy mood, and I steered clear. I stay at his house on Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday nights so I can help him get his kids ready in the morning and off to school. So to steer clear, I went upstairs and watched TV. I didn’t want to get drawn into a fight. When Jack is in a pissy mood, he is like a prepubescent boy. It is maddingly frustrating because he just won’t fucking talk it out. When he was ready to go to bed, he laid down and turned his back to me
I barely slept last night, which is a recipe for disaster. I drove one of his kids to school early, and went back to his house. Jack must have realized my frustration, because he told me that he appreciated everything that I do. I thanked him, grabbed the rest of my stuff, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and turned to leave for home. Apparently that was the wrong thing to do. He threw the shoes he was holding against the wall. I asked if that was meant for me, and he told me to ‘just leave’.
I made it to my car before I started crying (no sleep=a very emotional Kathrynn). While I was sobbing my fool head off, he got into his car and drove away.
Jack called a little bit ago, and was very short with me. We are supposed to go to a wedding out of state this weekend, and he is blaming his anger and frustration on that wedding, that it costs money and neither of us can totally afford it. Then he started in on how I do everything around his house and it bothers him. When I asked him what exactly bothers him, he said he has to go.
So I still have no answers. But I feel taken advantage of. And used. And very much alone for this wedding.
Second Chance At ME 
It seems that his behavior stems from his own deep feelings of inadequacy.
The juggling act of responsibiliets is probably getting to him? Leading to a relationship of love and gratitude with pangs of resentment.
Throwing the shoes… not good.
I know you are trying to help him, but your first instinct was right. Back off.
But yes, I think he acted like an ass.
Take care of you, he’s a big boy. He can take care of himself. Especially when he’s acting like an … *peep*