...... thats it basically. he treats me as if he hates me, but to him its nouthing. its ok to call me 'a fat fucking slob', because obviusly to him i am.
its ok to watch me struggle with the dcs (3 under 5)whilst he watches tv. its ok to sleep and watch tv whilst im up to 1 in the morning trying to get the house work done. but our house is still a 'shit hole'.
i know he is no good for me or our family, but why do i love him? why do i love someone who quite obviously thinks im dirt and doesnt have respect for me?
Sorry if i sound like i am rambling. just i am worn out and cant take any more.