I'm just sick.

Maybe I am just so used to being hurt I'm willing to take it...I mean kick me while I'm down...You've already done it like ten times, what is one more?
He was off today, he asked last night what can I do tomorrow to make you happy? "Take care of the yard, we have a lot of family and friends coming over for E's birthday party."
He says "Okay, no problem, consider it done."


And what did he do...He lied.again.

My yard is not taken care of, and it's mostly his family coming over tomorrow who know nothing. I'm living a lie.