I go upstairs to lay down, I'm still getting over whatever was ailing me. My husband comes upstairs (with his busted leg mind you) and asks me for the money for the water heater that he is going to fix. I asked him if he was going to fix the water heater today and he said no. I then flipped out. I asked him why the fk he came upstairs to haunt me with that and he is not even doing it? He came all the way upstairs just to break my chops. I immediately got stomach pain after this incident. THIS MAN IS MAKING ME SICK. I don't know how to protect myself from this negativity and I don't know how much more of this I can deal with. It's insane.