I find myself wondering why he ever wanted me in his life. He doesn't seem to respect me or anything I do. I get fearful when I think all he ever wanted was a cook and a housekeeper. But it's the same conclusion I keep coming to.

I got a ton of stuff done yesterday. He knows I pushed through a lot of pain to get it done, and had gotten almost zero sleep the night before. And did I get any kind of congrats or support for this? None at all.

This is so boring, it's always the same routine. I try so hard, and never see any kind of benefit in doing it all.

No big surprise then that certain aspects of my depression refuse to lift.