I hate how he makes me feel.

No one in my life really even understands how I feel or who my husband actually is. To everyone else, he's this great man who wants to builds me the chicken coop and goes out of his way, offering help all of my friends. A great man who works hard so I can stay home.

But when we're home, he treats me like he resents me for HAVING to build that chicken coop, he's angry at me because he HAD to help MY friend out. Everything makes him angry. Just trying to have a simple conversation turns into a fight. He would NEVER talk to a stranger or friend the way he talks to me. The only time he's kind to me, is in the evenings, right before bed, when he's going to try and pursue sex.

I'm exhausted. I've checked out. I hate the way he makes me feel about myself.