I'm not sorry

You say that you're tired of waiting on me to do the housework, so you do it. You say that you miss the old fun loving me, that I'm not who I used to be. You want me to go back to normal, to suck it the fuck up I have a baby to take care of and it isn't fair to her, you're tired of how I am now.

We'll here's the thing, I'm not sorry. For any of it. I grew a baby in me for 9 months while only knowing for 4. I dealt with being the sole provider because you didn't want to work, keeping the house looking nice because no one else would clean, I was 32 weeks pregnant when we got sent to the hospital because I was already 3cm and you bitched about us not being able to have a good anniversary because we were a the hospital. I'm not sorry for not having the motivation I want back to get out of bed and go to work with no problem, to leave the room and clean or cook. I get out of bed and take care of our daughter and I worked 2 jobs because I was the only one that could. For the first 2 months you were with friends while I was at my wits end with hardly any sleep, in pain, and alone. You have had more you time since july, than I have had in a year. So yeah I'm not sorry for not having this place perfect when you get home, I'm not sorry for wanting to sleep when I can, and I sure as hell am not sorry for wanting to stay home instead of hanging out with your friends.