Hubs and I blew up this morning. I guess it's my fault. He woke me up so that I could take care of the daughter and he could sleep. He says I don't recognize anything he does. I say he shouldn't wake me up when I went to bed after him, just so that he can go to sleep himself. He said I the only thing I do is 'bitch'.

I said if that's all he thinks of me then I'm done.

And I am. I'm done playing his games. He sits at home and does nothing (except take care of the little one) all day long. I work. When he was with his ex his biggest complaint was when he came home the house was filthy.

Yet he does the same thing to me.

He used to talk about how he wanted communication in the relationship - yet he closes himself off.

He said he wanted stuff, but isn't willing to give it himself.

So, I'm done. I won't leave him. I won't stop loving him. I won't stop being his wife. But he'll no longer have the best of me. I'll work, come home, do what needs to be done, but he won't have that secret part of me; that part that I gave him that I've never given anyone else. The part of me that I never should have given him or anyone else.

The part that only my daughter and my dogs are now the only ones privy to.

How I really feel... that is what he's lost.

What's really sad is he doesn't care.