I cried for over an hour. I mean sloppy snot filled heaving cried. I cried over all the physical pain I'm in being pregnant. Over how lonely and misunderstood I feel daily. Over how much i hate how i look, who I am, and how broken i feel because I don't know how i can fix my depression and anxiety. And over the fact that I'm so stressed that i have had constractions every day for two weeks.

The thing that hurt most is that my husband hears me cry. He will sit there and stare up at the ceiling and not say a word or move a muscle. When he finally asks me a question, you can hear the irritation in his voice. The malace behind each word. This isn't him asking out of love or care, but out of annoyance.

We have had this fight so many times. Living together for 6 years. How many times do i have to give instructions on what to do when i cry. How to handle my crying. I was stupid for thinking he would know to just hold me and reassure me. No. He has to argue the validity of my depression. Argue that i should just tell him what to do everytime. So i tell him, and still he doesn't do it.

Should i just call it quits? He only sees counseling as a weapon to hurt me because he thinks i am always wrong. Even though the last time we went to counseling he was told he was emotionally abusive.