He is fucking CONTENT to just let me care of everything. I don't know how in the fuck I am supposed to get through this. Oh...wait...let me take care of Mike. I said something to him about the fact that I am pregnant and I shouldn't be changing the litter boxes for the cats. That's ok...he is CONTENT to wait for me to do it. I say that "Maybe I can ask John my neighbor to come over and do the litter". He is CONTENT with that. He says that we are in this together..but I am the one that will have to take care of everything. He said "If you can't be there for yourself, then you can be there for me". What the fuck am I supposed to do? He needs me to help him get food. He needs me to try and get money to help pay his bills. He was CONTENT to go out and shoot pool!! He needs me to buy the oil for his car. He was CONTENT to go to McDonalds for breakfast and out to lunch at his new job. He needs me to help him clean his house. But he is CONTENT to let me ask John to help me with mine, instead of offering to help. He wants me, if it's a boy, to have the middle name Kelso, because it would mean so much to him and to his grandmother. And there is no way we can have 2 middle names. But he is CONTENT for me to not honor MY grandparents by using their names even though they will probably die before I even have this baby.He is hungry, me too, He is CONTENT to let me go and fix something for us to eat. He is CONTENT to just let me try to figure it out. I need a car, he is CONTENT to say that he needs money. He is CONTENT to just sit and wait, thinking that things will magically fix themselves. I HATE THE FUCKING WORD....CONTENT!