Long story short, my baby daddy worked all night last night, came home at 7, napped for two hours, then left to go help a friends dad move. I'm frustrated because when I got up, our house was a wreck, and has been that way for like two weeks. But in his eyes it's not his responsibility, its mine, so I cleaned all day and waited for him to get home. I was okay with that but he literally was home long enough to shower and eat then he left to go to the daiquiri shop. I feel so defeated. Like ill never be good enough, all I want is some attention, maybe a thanks every now and then. Ugh.
Sorry, end rant