Because I have had a really bad week and have felt crappy, my husband seems to be getting great pleasure from kicking me while I am down. He managed to imply it's all in my head again, he criticized the fact that I didn't get all my chores done this week, and he complained about me never wanting to go out of the house much anymore.
It's great to be loved. Haha! I'm seriously thinking about getting out of here. I need out. I just want to go hide in a hole and slowly wither away until, finally, my heart beats for the last time and all the pain is gone.