2nd Entry today

My supposed "partner" finally gets up after 12 o'clock. I make her coffee and she sits down in the couch and immediately starts fooling around in her phone. The only words I hear are thank you. No good morning. No I love yous. Not a fucking thing. I don't give a shit how bad your feeling. You acknowledge the people around you. You interact with them it's 152 right now and her loser husband walked in the door about 20 minutes ago. She was at no loss for words when she was sitting on the couch messaging him. Is that we should be taking to one another? She used her walker to go back to her room and is now back where she was less than 2 hours ago. And is talking and having a conversation with him. Fuck you. You call everyone else out on their shit but never own up to your own. But how dare we challenge you right? Your body is giving up on you so that gives you the right to be miserable at any given time to whomever you wish. Oh I forgot. I fall somewhere last in line next to non-existent on your scale of what you spend your limited energy on. That's not a partner. I'm not an errand boy. I'm not a servant. I don't have a problem doing things that need to get done but in no way is it ok to be made to feel like this. Fuck you and your energy. Fuck you and your body. These past 2 years have been more emotionally scarring then in any years previous. You are so dysfunctional. All the relationships you have with people are unhealthy. And you use your condition as an excuse for everything wrong in your life. You continually complain about your life partner and his lack of respect for you, his lack of overall consideration, his laziness, his addiction, and the countless other things that I don't want to continue writing. Yet everyday is treated like anything that happened before, never happened at all. Until it's convenient to bring it up again. You point out my "behavior" as though I am the odd person out that I am the lone guilty party. But anyone else doing the same thing goes ignored. Maybe. You are doing all this in purpose...to get rid of me...to push me away...so many tears have been wiped from my eyes. I don't know what to do anymore. I've contimplated just not even existing anymore, whatever that means. I hate these feeling that I have to face everyday.