I feel certain that the business my husband owns is going to be the thing that does us in eventually. I'm tired of being the work horse. Is it any wonder I've wanted to sit home and relax and recover these past few weeks?
Anyways, I'm bitchy because even though I did way too much physical labor doing this crap yesterday and I'm hurting, he has me here again because he claims to need help. Even though Tuesday is a really easy day. At some point it's going to end up an ultimatum, which I HATE. But it will be true. Either I quit this job or I quit this marriage. I don't think there's any way for me to ever be happy doing this job that isn't even mine, and was never supposed to be mine. I've told him so many times that I hate this and don't want to do it. Just. Fuck.
I know not everything in life is going to make me happy 100% of the time, but I also feel like I shouldn't have to be stuck doing something that makes me miserable 100% of the time either.
5:37 a.m. - 2014-05-20