If I go to the grocery store he complains that I spent money, if I don't go to the grocery store he complains there's no food in the house. If I cook he complains that he has to watch our son, if I dont cook he complains that I didnt cook for him. Or that I created more dishes to do (I do them). Which brings me to he complains if the house is messy (we have a toddler) but complains if in cleaning while he's home since he has to watch our son. He complains when I show any emotion other than happy, especially if I cry, ever. He complains if I dont show any emotion at all, which I try very hard to shut down when I'm emotional (pregnant with #2) because then I'm distant. He complains if I speak to his family, he complains that we don't see his family enough, 2-3 times a week apparently isn't enough... He complains all the freaking time about every single god damn thing I do. I cant breathe in this house. Literally, if I breathe to loudly (I'm in my third trimester sometimes baby is super high) he throws a fit. He wasn't like this when I was pregnant with my first. He wasn't like this when we were dating before hand. Ever since I became a SAHM which was also his choice he complains. One way or the other I am always doing something wrong. I'm trapped in this shit, I have no money, he saw to that. My family has been pushed out because he feels like they dont like him, they arent good for our son because they dont like him, he refuses to go near them even for holidays because they "judge" him. I havent seen or really communicated with my family except my mother on a few occasions due to him. He wrecked my car and refuses to get it fixed because "I dont need to go anywhere anyway." I cant even go to the grocery store without asking to use his vehicle now and even then its a fight.

And I'm done, tomorrow I will be starting to look for a job, possibly something that I can stay home even part time would be nice but I will take anything that will pay enough to get me the hell out of here and away from this POS.