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I feel like such an asshole when the endo acts up and I have to take it easy. Which means basically sit around on my ass and do nothing because it hurts to breathe, much less make dinner or do the dishes or pretty much anything useful. And then Dave comes home from working all freaking day and he's exhausted and I'm all hey hon, I'm too much of a useless mofo to help you out at all so you're on your own for dinner. And it just sucks and I'm tired of doing this to him.

I'd say /self-pity but we all know there's no end to my self-pity. I'm an eternal font of it.