Maybe it’s the hormones. Maybe it’s just the timing. I don’t know. I believe in Occam’s razor theory. So let’s go with the simplest explanation. You don’t appreciate me. I can understand resenting me even. You have to work eight hours a day for us: our family to be. A high risk pregnancy is not what I asked for. Actually I did not even ask for you to be around for this. I gave you a thousands ways out. The honorable path is the one you took. You chose to stay which is more than anyone could ask for. You knew having this baby would take a heavy toll on my body. I have numerous restrictions which we knew would happen. Well what I did not predict was the resentment. Of course, it makes sense. After an eight hour shift, you’re exhausted. The other day I asked you what you thought I did all day. You said lay around and watch TV. Hurt flooded through me. The house isn’t magically perfect. Meals don’t just prepare themselves. The nursery didn’t put itself together. My mom doesn’t take care of herself all day. I do these things every day. No thanks are given. No appreciate ever found. I can deal with that to a certain point. I’ve reached that point. Every morning, I get your breakfast and lay out your clothes. Every day, I clean up your messes, the house, and do your laundry. Every night, I cook your night, clean, and spend the night trying to keep you happy. I’m eight months pregnant. I’m exhausted. I’m breaking more than half these restrictions for you. All I get now is silence when you come home. I thought it was because you were tired. I thought it was because you were bored. The more thought I put into it… The more my heart breaks. I want you to be happy. I want you to want to be here. I can only wear myself out trying to make you happy for so long. Can’t do that anymore, love. Our baby deserves more than this exhausted body. Please stop resenting me. Honestly, I resent you for being able to work. I resent you for being able to go out. I’m too exhausted. I’m too pregnant. Can’t wait until we can fix this. Whatever night you’re not too tired… I’ll try to talk to you. Unfortunately, I don’t know when that will be.