Here's what I get to deal with after a LONG day of being home alone all day, cleaning doing HIS laundry making sure our little one is fed happy and safe. He comes home eats the dinner I cooked, watches TV for and hr and goes straight to bed @ 630... I'm stuck up cleanimg his messes & all the messes from making dinner... I can't go rest or lay down because the little one is up playing. He asks me why I'm so depressed 24/7 and its because I stay home by myself everyday. No one comes to visit me or asks how I'm doing. I hate living like this. I recently started working out again to "hopefully" feel better about myself, but here I am yet again, sitting on the couch while my house is a wreck, 4th load of laundry going and wondering if I'll every have anything better? If maybe one day I'll wake up and be happy? I sit an cry because I know I'm not perfect but I'm trying so hard and it seems like the only person that love's me unconditionally is my son, that is my only reason for waking up and starting these days over again.