Same shit going round and round.
I'd folded all the laundry on the bed and he threw it all over the floor to piss me off...I've just had enough of him really. Sometimes I love him, but he makes me feel like I'm a disappointing wife sometimes and the most perfect person at other times. I just can't handle the extremes any more, it used to be exciting but now I just think it's pathetic.
Is this normal marriage? We're ttc number one which I know is stressful.