For instance, today. We have TONS of laundry that needs folding and since we both work, it piled up a little bit. So after a trip to the mall and dinner, I come home & start folding some of it. He's laying next to me, watching, playing on his phone. I mentioned, "Feel free to jump into this folding anytime now!" His reply? "I don't feel like it. I just want to relax and not do anything." 

What. The. Fuck. 

You think I want to do it? So I folded/ hung my clothes & towels, and left his in the basket still. Guess who's managed to step over them multiple times? 😒 it just really irks me. He only worked 4 hours today, that's hardly enough to be considered "so tired". I'm 32 weeks pregnant, I hurt and ache, my back could kill me, I have a child kicking my ribs, but I still work 5 days a week, come home &I start dinner, wash clothes, clean, make sure everyone is taken care of and happy, and I STILL find time to get my son's room painted. Yes, I'm the one that's painting our son's room. I move around the furniture. I'm decorating. I hate how when he's tired, he won't help with SHIT. But when I'm tired, I'm still expected to get this shit together. And sometimes, I don't even feel appreciated.. But on the good side of things, he did buy me flowers two days ago for no reason, so that's a plus.. 

I just feel like sometimes my depression stems from him and the lack of help. 😔