I think I may be done. I am home and can't talk to him. The kitchen is covered in dirty dishes, the arcade machine is sitting like a beached whale in the middle of the garage, H is sitting on the couch looking at Facebook. I am on the verge of crying. I feel so unheard and disregarded. If I tell him how I feel, he won't listen. I can't focus to get my homework done. I realize I'm whining right now y'all. I'm sorry. I am just going to say nothing for now. I want to leave so bad.
