I uploaded pictures of my husband and my daughter on Facebook. When showing my husband the ones I had posted he mentioned that I hadn't posted any of the pictures we had taken of myself.
"I'm fat and ugly," I reply, irritated at the thought of putting my fugly face on any social media.
"Look at mine," was his retort.
"There's nothing wrong with yours. Mine, on the other hand, are awful."
He moved away with a sigh while I continued to look at Facebook.
There are so many more things that have me down. The dirty house, The realization of how ugly I am. The lack of affection in my relationship.
I realize that the worse my relationship with him gets, the worse my depression gets.
The worse my depression gets, the worse our relationship gets.
My triggers are a dirty house, a bad relationship, and arguments.
All three of which he isn't helping with.
He refuses to help me clean the house. I'm in constant pain, and he takes my pain pills. He irritates me constantly and refuses to change any of the habits that annoy me. It's no wonder I'm depressed.
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