I'm angry today. Just angry for whats happened to me, angry that my husband is being selfish. We have 4 dogs (2 of which he got without telling me) and every morning they wake up at 6 or 7. I struggle with insomnia and even when I've been asleep for maybe an hour he REFUSES to wake up with them. Meaning I have to. He said he would get up with them this morning and he still made me get up because he "felt naseous." The first thought that popped in my head was, oh boo hoo you poor thing are naseous, yeah well welcome to the club of never feeling good get over it and actually pitch in for once. He is just such a child sometimes. And its like he just thinks that even though I'm bipolar he really only needs to be there if I'm going completely fucking crazy.