I've just driven over something that has punctured my tyre. This is the third time on the same road. Husband was zero help. He looked at it, told me to go to Costco then went back to watching the football. I don't have the spare cash to replace the tyre again. Plus last time, Costco didn't actually have the tyre I needed so it was a huge hassle as had to get someone to tow it from there.
I know my husband is angry that this has happened again. I'm not sure how I'm at fault. I didn't see the sharp black metal on the road.
This all just makes me think my father was right and I am useless.
I would be worth a whole lot more dead than alive. I'm just an inconvenience who fucks things up. The only reason I haven't just walked off into the sunset is my girls but I am so tired of constantly feeling like I have to prove my worth. Maybe I should just give up.