I was feeling a little better, but now I upset again. My husband and I are fighting because the kids tore up the living room and I don't feel like cleaning it up. I think it's his fault because when I told him he needed to be downstairs with them he rather be up my ass trying to get some. I love him, but with my depression I feel like once a week is enough. He wants it all the time though. I usually get tired of him complaining and just do it to shut him up. Sometimes I feel like I owe him that much after all I put him through. But anyway, back to the fight. He ws pissed and told me I need to get off my fat ass and help him. That hurts me because I have a bad self image and low self esteem. I hate how I look, but I thought he liked it. I know logicly he doesn't mean it but I take it to heart. He knows I'm fat, I know I'm fat, why does he have to throw it in my face?