Sometimes you just gotta vent.

I hate my life and I want to die. I hate that I am living with a man who doesn't care about me or can't act like an adult. I am afraid. All I want is to be loved, to be noticed. To be fucking appreciated. I hate my life. I want to die. I'm sick of living. For what? To be a fucking spinster? You've got to have your fucking spoons all lined up in a certain order, its more important than taking the time to offer kind words of appreciation. You are so fucking shallow, I don't know why in the hell I would even want to be with you. What the hell is wrong with me that I would want to be with a man who can't fucking take care of himself, let alone anyone else, and especially me.

Does it ever even fucking occur to you to think about what I might want or need? No. You behave in a self centered, selfish way. It pisses me off.  It fucking pisses me off that you can't even give me a little peace and quiet. You complain to Forest about me being home all week... poor, poor baby. Did it ever fucking occur to you that treating me to some fucking peace and quiet, to a calm, clean house might be a decent thing to do? No. No you don't, and why? Because you are childish, and self centered and you want the fucking world to revolve around you. You are a immature 12 year old who sees the world as always acting out on you. You fucking blame, blame and blame. You lash out all the fucking time. I am most resentful of you telling me to leave because you don't like the way I'm behaving. You are a fucking child. I am really pissed off. I am really resentful. I hate that you belittle me and treat me with so little regard. It fucking pisses me off that you don't treat me with respect and kindness. Your idea is to just fucking ignor me. I like that you bring me coffee, but I really wish you brought me love, tenderness and nurturing.

I don't know what to do.