I (22F) am finding myself in a rough patch with my husband (23M). My spouse and I have been together ever since we were 10 and 11. He is very inconsiderate and doesn’t put any effort into our marriage. I am always the one planning dates, taking care of all our kids needs, kids appointments, school drop off, planning family trips, cooking, packing our lunches, ensuring laundry is done and he has clean clothes to wear for work, etc. I only receive flowers if I ask for them. Out of the years we’ve been together, I’ve never received a birthday gift. He has only celebrated my birthday once, which was last year only because my very close friend wanted to do something. I have thrown every birthday party every year for him. Every Father’s Day, he gets a gift or whatever he wants. Valentine’s Day, I make sure to acknowledge him and spend time with him. I hate to say I’m keeping score of everything, but honestly I cant help it anymore. I’m tired. We both work and I start nursing school shortly, and I’m afraid it’s only going to get worse. I have poured EVERYTHING into our marriage because I LOVE him and I want our kids to have a father in their life. I have expressed recently that I’m burnt out because I pour into everyone’s cup, but no one pours into mines. I’m tired of being the backbone and wish he can help me out more without having to ask. I have been the sole breadwinner but ever since I got out the military, he makes more than me. He brings in great money, but that’s beside the point. He works extra early in the morning, so I make sure the kids are quiet and ready for bed so he can get enough sleep. When he’s off and I have work the next day, he doesn’t help, and I still have to take care of everything. He gets upset when I explain myself OR he says he’s gonna try. I recently stopped doing things for him so he can understand how it feels to not have my help but I cant help it so I continue to do it because I love him and also because I’m just so used to doing it. I’m so sad to even say I’ve considered divorce. It feels so wrong just to think about this. I want my kids to grow up with their dad. Am I wrong for feeling this way? I can’t help but to feel like crap thinking about divorce.