Blue Valentine

I've never watched a movie before that left me feeling so hopeless afterwards the way that "blue valentine" did. And i don't recommend anyone to watch it. It was like watching a lot of myself. And its left me crying even 45 minutes later. 
I spend 50% of my time avoiding coming home (picking up shifts at work, staying late, etc) . 25% is spent simply sleeping to escape (i take a 4 hour nap right about the time he comes home from work), and the other 25% is usually spent arguing with mike. Over EVERYTHING. 
The other day, after returning from his weekly poker night, he actually had the audacity to ask me "what did you do all day?" I wasn't sure what he meant, but i answered it honestly. "I worked. Then i came home and took a nap. Then Mel called and invited me to have a few drinks, and now here i am."  Clearly not being what he meant, he rephrased his question. "no, what did you do, as in housework?"
I was floored. For a second, I had to ask myself "Is this the 50's?" He's never said a word to me about cleaning. And this led into a fight (as everything else typically does) We argued about how I "never clean" (I would like to say, for the record, that i BUST MY MOTHER FUCKING ASS cleaning this house almost on a daily basis.) But, I did let the dishes pile up for a few days. One, because i hate washing dishes by hand. And two, because what the hell does mike do?
As soon as he brought up that I have left the dishes in the sink for a week, i pointed out that he wasn't exactly jumping to do them, either. I am not his personal fucking housewife. He doesn't seem to notice when i do clean the ENTIRE house, but he's quick to realize i haven't washed his favorite tshirt or cooked him dinner. I am fed up.
It's funny really. A few weeks ago, we were talking about having a child...and today, I am hoping that 2p.m. never comes around (he'll be getting off work.)
Maybe we've just been cranky. I know i have been wiped out from work. The past couple weeks have been INSANE there. But, i think its deeper than that. I've been cranky before and i've never felt like this. I don't want him to touch me. In fact, when he gets in my face to kiss me, i get annoyed. If he's not arguing with me, then he's all in my face and smothering me with his affection. I can't stand either. And if i try to push him away, that obviously starts another fight. My life is a losing battle. Everything i say is twisted around, everything i do isn't good enough. I am going crazy in my head with these thoughts. 
Heaven forbid i even try to have a serious conversation with him. I could pour my heart out into his hands, and he wouldn't have a single thing to say. I know, because i've tried. I've gone as far as writing him a 3 page letter explaining how i feel...and he never said a word about it. I feel like i talk to a brick wall. Half the time, i know he doesn't even hear me. He gets up and walks out of the room to do other things when i'm in the middle of a sentence. Nothing makes me more angry than that.
Get me out of this predicament. I am going to lose my fucking mind.