I know how you feel, I am exhausted as well. I have to do ever thing as well and I do mean ever thing. My husband always say he is gong to help and he will do it that one day but than back to his old self on top of that he leaves every thing on the floor , even after I have clean up, all I ask him to do is clean up after him self. I am so tried and feeling unappreciated. I pay all the bills, cook all the food, washing and fold all the cloths, and clean all the time. I work from home so I guess he thinks I should not be tried. We own our own businesses and his part of the business that he is to work is not making any profits right know and on top of that he just has stop trying to do anything with it since my part is taking care of ever thing, some times he don't even leave the house or make and effort to work his business sooooo exhausted.

I can't tell you how much I relate to this. I feel like sometimes I'm a fucking slave. I am still here and haven't left him = things will be taken care of, kids will be fed, homework will be done, food will be cooked and ready on demand, dishes will magically clean themselves, etc.

I have threatened him so many times with leaving, and he doesn't believe that I will. I am so tempted to just see how he handles it without me. But this guy couldn't even handle being 2 weeks away from me... while my brother was in the hospital in the ICU. My brother had a terrible and tragic accident and I flew to the Dominican Republic to be there for him while he was hospitalized. My husband made me feel so crappy while I was away with my brother. He asked me so many times over the phone "how long do you plan to stay there" and when I would be back, cause he can't handle the kids on his own, even though they were in school, and after care, and all he needed to do was watch them for 3-4 hours a day, make sure they're fed, pick them up and drop them off. I said to him "I don't know how long he will be in the ICU or if they can do surgery, he's still getting transfusions every other day, they're trying to keep him alive"... then a couple of days later, my brother passes away. I will never forget how shitty he made me feel, like if I was on vacation or something. I was sleeping in the hospital floor, on a couch, in a lobby outside the ICU, I was out of the comfort of my home or my bed, just waiting there every day... and this is what he tells me, instead of being my rock, and taking care of business while I take care of my dying brother, all he could think of was himself, his very selfish self. I am always taking care of everything and when I sit for 2 seconds, "I've been sitting here all day"... unbelieveable.