"Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies."

I'd do anything and I hope and pray in the end you all know that I did.

I really do not feel like I make you happy anymore. And it's not because I don't love you, like you seem to think. It's because everytime when I don't ask "how high?" when you say "jump!" you blow it out of proprotion. There was no reason for you to not speak to me at all last night. I did nothing wrong. You never mentioned you needed a ride until I got home and was ready to jump in the shower. You could have asked for a ride when I got home when you texted me to say you were going to ------. When I texted you to say I was leaving work, you could have said something, and you didn't. Instead you waited until I was literally getting in the shower after I got home and then when I asked you to see if ----- could give you a ride since he was leaving anyway, you made a big deal out of it, and proceeded to not talk to me all night, or this morning, or most of today.

I love you, but I'm tired of not feeling validated. I'm tired of feeling like a personal taxi service. I'm tired of you never being able to accept that you're partially to blame when we get upset with each other. I'm tired of it always being my fault, because it's not.

I have slowly realized that I will probably never be right again in my life.

I am "wrong" all day at work and then I go home and being stressed out, frustrated, and wanting to feel like my feelings are validated is "wrong". Wanting to not feel like a taxi service is "wrong". Not wanting to be close to people after they don't validate how I feel is "wrong". Everything I do is "wrong."

At least that's what it feels like. I am wondering how long it will be until stress leads to an early death. Anyone want to place bets on this?