Then, of course I begin to turn it on myself. Why would he love me? I'm a crazy, psychotic mess!! BUT.... That same crazy psychotic mess does his laundry, his dishes, makes his meals, irons his shirts, would drive somewhere if he needed me to. So am I really that unloveable?
Why do I feel so unappreciated? I feel so put down. Not because of things he does, but it's the things he doesn't do.

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