just a private moment between me and the computer

So i'm 7 months pregnant . I wake up and it's 91 degrees in the house the air conditioner works but NOONE turned it off . I go to leave i'm forced to stay in the house . I'm called a crazy psycho bitch . I am not happy . I;m tired of hands being put on me . Yeah granted i don't get hit but what's the difference . I'm not suicidal but I no longer want to live . All I ever do is cry anymore . I'm so unhappy. I;m not his family I'm just his wife . If the word wife ever had so many meanings i did not know it . what is a wife . well lets get medieval here a wife is someone who obeys their husband and does the chores but doesn't get the credit . A wife is someone who makes their husband look good and stands quietly in the corner until the guests needs refreshments . his mother father and sister are his family . He gets more excited about a car than he does his own child . He never wanted it in the first place . I'm sorry baby chaise I had to bring you in this world . Outside i'm forced to be perfect But without the risk of sounding like titanic i feel her when she says shes standing in a room full of strangers screaming inside. well eyeballs are monitoring what i write so bye .