Honey, I love you with all my heart. But you need to grow the fuck up. You leave me home alone every day with kids. You take off after work and do fuck knows what. Then you take off during the weekends to the bars with your friends and are do fuck knows what...or who. You tell me that you'll try. You'll tell me that you'll change. yea fucking right.
All I've ever asked for was an effort. An effort to make this work, and have equality in our partnership.
All I want is a break. A break from the kids. I'm ripping my hair out, sitting on the stairs crying every day for 45 minutes at the least, begging what ever hears our prayers to just let me die or have a break from everything (which ever comes first) and then you stroll in the door.
Just grow the fuck up and stop playing these fucking mind games. I'm done. I don't know how much more I can take.