I apologize for swearing at you. I am at my emotional max as it is from this depression.
I just can’t put up with that kind of disrespect. All I do is give and and provide. But it doesn’t give me the right to treat you shittily.
It’s apparent over the past bit that you need more time commitment from me than I am able to commit to. I can see that is hard for you because you are doing all the heavy lifting with the kids and need more from me than I can give. I wish I could do more but I’m already collapsing.
It doesn’t give you the right to resort to treat me like that though – getting angry at me like you did on Sunday when I couldn’t get Rowan, rolling your eyes at me when I come short of your expectations.
That sort of treatment from you is a trend and it makes me feel like complete shit, unappreciated. Especially at a time when I’m already feeling worthless. I’m not putting up with it anymore and I’m not letting you treat me like that anymore.
I’m doing everything I can for this family as I always have. And so are you. And if I ever make you feel unappreciated I need you to let me know. So let’s drop these expectations of perfection and realize that if I come up short on your expectation, it’s not because I’m not already doing everything I can do.