I'm much happier sleeping downstairs. It was my second night on the futon. I think Hubby is taking a little offense, but I don't care.

I really am a bit sick of Hubby. That's not that I don't love him, but for years he went to the office M-F and I had time alone. Since March 2020, he's been home pretty much 24/7. Also, I am a little angry that he is casual about not finding a particular item after the move. I gave that item to him as a HUGE gift years back. I've brought it up four times, and he blows it off and even gets angry at me for mentioning it. That hurts! Also, I can't find my favorite coffee mug. This is piddly compared to the gift I mentioned, but adds salt to the wound. I had been using it since the move, but it disappeared into the secret world of lost things.

My husband's country ID shows an address in Prague, not the city we are living in. I have ZERO idea why he doesn't just apply for a new one with the updated address. Instead, he keeps the old one and puts absolutely everything under my name. That includes the garbage pickup, the insurance coverage for our things, and lots of other important stuff. He makes all of the calls to set these things up. I don't. They are necessary, but I feel uncomfortable "owning" something, so to speak, that I didn't sign up for as the "primary".