I’m sick of working, running our small business and on top of that, dealing with my husband’s fragile ego. We started this small business after he lost his job and not being able to find a new one. The type of business that’s right up my alley and not his so I created the systems and rules to maintain quality. Everything to him is an attack. And he feels the need to always justify his lapses when all I want is for him to commit to doing it better next time. I’m so sick of it. Sick of never being rewarded for my work with even a dress that I like because the bills come first. For not having someone to console me. For never even having the chance of a short trip. I’m expected to work on full capacity when I’m literally running in fumes.. pouring from an empty broken cup. I sleep to the thought of bills, waking up to worry about the business and making sure he can run it with ease while I go to work, get back to helping with the business and do it all over again the next day