I hate my life.

For the first time in 30 years I feel utterly defeated. I wake up at 4am cramp and move four bookshelves around for two hours every day. I go to work and I don't need to tell you my boss is a pathological liar. When I get home I have to wade through construction dust to get to my bedroom. My boss actually tracked that stuff down the entire length of the apartment when they installed a hardwood floor. <br><br>When I get home I check my email and about a third of the time I see my GF from 15 years ago who obviously wants money. Otherwise it is spam from companies I signed up for in college. <br><br>I check my phone and there is usually a voicemail from my wife saying that she can't take it anymore; that she wants a divorce. Then she calls me back 10 minutes later and says "are you still there?" We are both 35 years old but sometimes I feel like we're 15 years old and she just likes to see me squirm. <br><br>I bring the guys from the fourplex next door to my building. After a long, hot, cramped day I eat a mediocre salad from Wendy's, and usually check Reddit. I haven't had a day off since Christmas.<br><br>7:45 rolls around and I have to walk to the apartment. The dust makes it impossible to breath so I hold my breath and move at a pretty good clip. I get to work and check my voicemail from 7:45. It is on 50% of days, at least. My wife is having an emotional breakdown and can't take it anymore. She's not sure she can make it to the end of the lease. I show up and she is perfectly fine. We go out to some expensive restaurant like we're going out for our anniversary. <br><br>When I go home I check my email. <br><br>I cramp and move the bookshelves and go to work. Someone is too incompetent to do something very simple and I have to do it. Then I go home to my wife who just turns into a brat after a few hours. <br><br>That is my life.