Every weekend, when I am with him, it’s something. It must be me. I don’t know how his co-workers can take him. So he leaves a ton of dishes in the kitchen sink, then runs downstairs to his “lair”. If that wasn’t bad enough, because I still have to get my son in the shower and get ready to do my son’s nightly medical therapy (he could have given my son a shower when I was out grocery shopping-but he didn’t). So around 10pm-10:30pm our doorbell rings, it’s the police. Apparently my husband let the dog out in the backyard and never let him back in, because he fell asleep, so the dog must have jumped the fence or something and got out, must have been running around the neighborhood barking, so somebody called. I was busy doing my son’s medical therapy, which uses a machine that’s kind of loud, so I didn’t hear the dog barking. So answering the door, getting the dog in, going out in the backyard to check the gates, all this made me delay attending to my son during his therapy. For all those who suggested my husband has early onset dementia or Alzheimer’s- he doesn’t. I am pretty sure he has ADHD that was never officially diagnosed. But still, I don’t think he can use that as an excuse for all the things he does which just seem to me like selfishness. But whatever, I might be wrong, but it all is getting too much for me to bear with right now,