My posting here is the result of an incident that occurred last night. I accidentally broke his bong (recently he broke my favorite one, I shrugged it off because it's just a bong). I went to go pick up the pieces (he vaguely mumbled that he'd do it) and I stepped on a piece of glass and started to cry because it hurt really fucking bad. One second he's handling the situation sort of calmly and then I lay my clothed leg on the same piece of glass (that I knew was there and I knew wasn't going to magically go through my sweatpants) and he started flipping the fuck out. He just started laying into me about how I don't listen to him and blah, blah, blah.

 Mind you, I'm sobbing at this point because I can't deal with being screamed at especially when there's a deep ass gash in my foot. So I just go to a different place in the house and fix myself up. He hasn't treated me quite this badly in a while and I know it's probably because he's not working now and it's making him more depressed. He's on lithium three times a day and that's really helped. But he still won't clean anything and makes everywhere we live a pigstye and literally never helps me even when I ask him to do the smallest chores. Not to mention he won't make any effort into the things he knows will make him happier and healthier in the long run. 

Sometimes I feel like I'm in an abusive relationship (without the hitting except for one incident). I just don't know what to do anymore and I know I'm not going to leave him. 