forrealzkaitlyn

Kaitlyn'sJournal
2017-12-20 03:23:45 (UTC)

Help.

All I want is some help. That's all I ask of him. I never get it. If I'm oissed that I'm doing 110% of everything, in just slamming shit around for no apparent reason. We leave to go to California tomorrow, house is a wreck and presents aren't wrapped. So I'm doing everything. Again. I realize a lot of it is my mess but not all of it. It's not my dishes that are everywhere, just his. It's not my clothes strewn about, his. It's not my bike parts taking up half of the bedrooms, his. It's not my animals that need to be cleaned out, his again. I bought every single present, even for his family so of course I have to wrap them.
I'm not his wife or mother. I shouldn't have to do every single thing. But I'm not allowed to voice myself because I'm the bitch. Beacayse what does it matter if the house is a wreck and laundry or the dishes aren't done before we leave? He's not the one that's going to get a thousand voice calls and texts screaming at me because my house is disgusting. I get in trouble for it all and if I tell him then I'm just bitching at him, again.
Life is nothing but a repeat. I may be older and "wiser" but yet I'm still taking care of someone else. Again. I hold my tongue but yet I'm still the bitch. I do everything and yet there's no thanks. In so over having everything on my shoulders and always being the one who's wrong. When is it ever going to be my chance????




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