Lies!

I apologies in advance for being rude and curt, there seems to be no other way to get my point across.
Don't talk to me like nothing happened. I feel like a fucking condiment. Like ketchup, or fry sauce. It seems to be that I'm nice to have around, but you don't take requests from fry sauce, it's not suppose to talk back. That is not the way it's meant to be. But by God when that fry sauce is not where it's suppose to be someone's gonna raise hell. I feel like a matter of convenience. "in a minute honey..." yeah, when you feel like it. I try my best not to ask anything of you that I'm not willing to do myself, sometimes there is something I don't have time for or have done and would like some help with this time. I don't like to be a burden and I feel like that's how I'm treated every time I make a request. I feel like I'm suppose to just shut my mouth, cook and clean, and help with the kids, and be happy all the damn time. I'm not allowed to request a phone call if your going to be late because you don't want to have to think about it. Oh and if I do make a request for a phone call or call you to find out where you are, it's my fucking fault for making you stick up for me in front of your friends and relatives. I never asked for you to stick up for me or defend me. I can do that on my own, and frankly, I don't give a fuck what others think of me. If you do and feel the need to play big brother, don't blame it on me, I didn't ask for it.
I'm just rehashing shit that we've gone over many times. I'm done beating a dead horse. If you feel like you don't have to answer to me, so be it. But don't set an expectation that you are not going to meet. Don't lie to me. Don't. That is the one thing that I will never tolerate. I answer to you because I want to and because I love you. It should not be any different for you. If my requests are too much then fucking tell me. Don't lie to me.
Don't take me for granted. I realize that leaving Dill last night was something that you have done before, and not that big of a deal, but it pisses me off when you just assume that I'm okay with something and don't ask. I am more than willing to help out where and when I can but that willingness will cease if I feel like I'm being taken for granted.
They say that everything stems from something deeper. Something that either has not been dealt with or something that keeps recurring. I think this is the base line and shit is gonna pile on it if a solution is not come to. I can see that shit happening right now.
How do you learn to let go. It would be so much easier for me to not care, eventually I'm sure I will get to that point. I wish I could get there a lot faster than I am. Caring is sometimes the most difficult thing one will endure.
I DON'T WANT TO GIVE A SHIT!