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My husband never gave me a gift, but got one for our female friend. Well, that's not fair. What about me? I just feel so numb. It's not like he doesn't do anything for me. I got pregnant with our daughter, and I got punted out from the house, and I've been living with him ever since. It's been three years. Our daughter is in kindergarten, and I know he loves us. By the way,

this comes from Zebra Zucchini. And if you want to submit your own stories, go to the R-slash OK Storytime subreddit. I'm Carly. And I'm Savannah. And we're here to give good advice goofily, but we don't have all the answers. We only know what we would do. Let us know what you would do in the comments. And OP says, he is paying for me to get my bachelors and I take care of all of the bills. I work kind of odd jobs, but I do have some money of my own. I usually always spend it on my daughter. I always try to make Christmas magical for her, and even when we were broke, I scrimped and saved and even put her name in for a charity tree this year because

my car broke down so money hasn't just been tight, it's non-existent. And I always get him something. Maybe it's small, but he's always had something. I don't know the last time I got a Christmas present. His brother got me something last year, but we had to cut him out of our lives. Last night, I mentioned he had a package,

and he got excited. He said he saw something online and had to get it for one of our friends.

She likes that old show, Frazier, and it's a cookbook from the show, and really thoughtful,

and I feel like I'm spiraling. I told him I wasn't feeling well and cried myself to sleep on the couch. I love my daughter, and I love him in a way, but I hate my life.

I was doing therapy at school, but they jacked up the prices and I can't afford it anymore.

I've looked around endlessly and can't find anything in our meager budget. And I can't leave him.

I can't be away from my daughter and I'd have nowhere to go. My parents haven't spoken to me.

Even when I call them begging and crying just to talk in years. Sometimes my mom will call me on my birthday or Christmas, but she didn't this year, so I doubt she will next week. He's not harmful and he's not cruel, he's just not thoughtful, and I guess doesn't care about me enough to get me anything. I think he knew I was hurt because he started

talking about taking our daughter to this Christmas thing in our city that he knows I want to go to.

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