I have to get out of this house..it is like a crypt in here, he moves, when he does move, in slow motion, without direction and it is driving me NUTS. There is no thought put into anything and I have decided that is why there is a pile of crap everywhere. Everything is closing in with a slow death march. I have been pulled to his level of inactivity and intertia…and it has made me fat and lazy. Everything is a joke to him and to me, well, it is sad. I break into tears on almost a daily basis…I need to get out of here. I know I am not perfect, but this is killing me…and in return, I don't believe it is doing anyone else in our family any good either. I just need to get a job and find a way to make it through, exactly through to what? I am not sure. My own father died at 53..if I am following in his genetic footsteps, my due date is not far behind. Do I really want to spend the last possible 10 years of my life regretting each day?? No. I need a plan.