1.5 weeks

So im 1.5 weeks away from October 1st which was the date i set to leave, well I don't know if its going to happen but i really want it to. This week there hasn't been any yelling, well there actually hasn't been any in a month or so, not like it use to be anyway. Instead its now little digs, I made nachos last night and he says don't we have any lettuce or tomatoes, i said when have i ever put that on nachos, Never! He just said well thats how they are suppose to be made, at least at restaurants, i told him well when you start contributing to the household and start doing the grocery shopping then you can choose how to have your food but you don't do anything around here so you dont get a say. Or something to like that lol Of course then hes like its always about money isn't it, its not fair, im trying to start up a business and it takes time, I told him its not about the money its about that you do not contribute or do anything around the house to help out so you dont get to complain. He shut up. Then later we went for a walk, he asks, are we ever going to have sex again, which by now i am so sick of him asking for sex i could just puke, i said what the fuck do you think? He said i dont know what to think, its been 2 months, im starting to feel like im not attractive anymore. I didn't not answer at all, just kept walking. I'm not attracted to him anymore, everything is always about him and what he needs or wants but oh hes doing this invention to better our family and then everything will be good. Yeah cuz i really am into money, what a dumbass, money doesn't mean shit to me, having to no be everything to everyone and not do everything for him would make me happy, idiot! then, lets see, tuesday, came home, did homework with my son, did 4 loads of laundry, did dishes, cleaned the kitchen, made supper, picked up some other stuff in the house. Sit down around 730 and say well i got alot accomplished today, of course he has to reply, well i see theres no shirts hanging in my closet, because i just washed laundry and folded it and hadn't put it away yet, was trying to get it all done first so i can do it all at the same time. How frustrating is that, i feel proud of myself because i actually had energy to do stuff around the house and he still isn't satisfied, while hes there sitting on his ass the whole time im cleaning, im about ready to shove a laundry basket up his ass! Is this still mental abuse or am i just irritated by everything he says, ive always done something wrong but he does nothing to help out, wth, i need out of here