Venting mommas...this momma wants to cry out so bad.

Venting mommas...this momma wants to cry out so bad.

I've been working for a while now. And hubby has done nothing but lay in bed playing his video games I'm paying for. Somehow his back is hurting. When he stands for too long he is in pain more than I am apparently. And when I'm home from work he can't reach anything or do anything except play his games without moving any other part of his body. Its frustrating the hell out of me! I'm the one in pain for a good reason. His reason involves him laying around like a fucking hobo. Nothing is getting done in the house. Trash is piling up as well as dishes...it fucking stinks. If cps came by even when I tell him they would...I bet he wouldn't move his damn ass to make sure they don't take our daughter. I bring home food from chick fil a almost every night and some other stuff from other places that gives me free food. I finally buy real food from h.e.b and he still won't cook. I'm done. No more sex. No more take out. I'm throwing more than half his shit away that he doesn't even fucking use or wear anymore. I'm cleaning out the damn place. If he has a problem all I got to say is "you shouldn't have been such a lazy ass bum then". And if nothing changes still I'm taking away his games one by one pawning them off for money to get myself treated at a spa. Fuck this shit. I'm tired of arguing with him. Oh and here is something else that he does. Today after work I wanted to do something besides going home. So I went to Victoria secret because they have a deal of trying on a bra to get a free pantie. So I did and the bra I tried on fit perfectly and was affordable since today is pay day. I called him to let him know I was getting it and all he says is "I'm too tired to be doing anything right now. My back hurts" how the Fuck can he be hurting when for the past 4 months he's been laying on his ass playing his games barely going outside at all?? He made me hurry up so we can go home. I wanted to enjoy my time I had at the mall (the mall has a chick fil a where I work at). Anytime I do get him out of the house he's either 1) not feeling good. 2) body is hurting. 3) too tired. 4) wants to be home within seconds of being out.

I'm at that point ladies...at the edge already ready to pack up my stuff and my daughter and leaving...just about done with this bullshit