I've fallen to somewhere. A angry depression kinda place. I don't like it. Hormones is what this probably is. But that doesn't matter I just want out. My wife knows I'm injured and I drive 30 mins to work 5 days a week. She turns music up so loud she can't hear the phone ring. I asked her for help. Which I'm supposed to be doing, right? After 3 hours on my way home I finally get a text back. "Yeah I guess". To me yeah I guess means: yeah if you want me too, but I don't want to or yeah (but why can't you do it yourself I'm busy). This is what she's said before when I've asked what's yeah I guess mean. Now I'm being the ****ing crazy one. I'm done. It's better for a few days then it turns sour and I'm the crazy one. We are having her brother and sister in law over for dinner tonight. I told her I'm going to bed before she left to go pick up her sister in law. Honestly I want to shore her what crazy is. I'm not crazy. I'm not. She doesn't realize how much that hurts. I'm not crazy.😢