Nevermind I stayed up late to make his lunch and clean the house and wrote him a love letter, nevermind my cooking him dinner almost everyday, nevermind I'm in poor mental health with a blunt way of speaking with dead pan humor.

I can't remember the last time he told me I was kind. I'm in our bedroom crying right now, I feel so hurt.

Everyone tells me I'm mean but I'm just not good with social skills and my sense of humor never gets understood by anyone.

I honestly hate who I am now, when nobody tells you good things it's understandable that I don't think I'm a good person.

My mom, my sister, my brothers, my husband.

My sister told me I was mean and my husband agreed in front of me.

My husband told me I was mean yesterday in front of our friends. He says it so nonchalantly. And of course lately he's been on me about how many carbs I eat and how he wants me to be healthier.

I thought I was a pretty, kind, and sassy wife. But I don't know if he sees me that way. I get we all mess up but when all your husband tells you is that you're mean it hurts.