Lemme kill

To say that I'm angry would be most accurate because that's exactly what I am.
It's one thing to make excuses the moment I voice small needs my body feels, it's another to make me feel guilty about asking for any sort of pleasure that I believe spouses can be held accountable for.
Refusing over and over and over and to the point that it escalates into an argument where I'm told off that not only am I selfish for having needs but also unconcerned about other people's exhausted mental frame and fatigue.
Exhaustion!
Fatigue!
I mean what the fuck!
Sitting on a chair doing finance stuff could perhaps be mentally taxing but it's not like you're saving the world or anything and most definitely not enough to never have you in that state of mind where you've never wanting anything remotely physical.

There's an air conditioned car that drives you back and forth from home to work and it's not like you're the one doing everything around the house ranging from cleaning kitty litter to walking dogs to dishes and doing other work on the side which granted isn't as strenuous but it still exists!
No! I'm not saying that I do so much more than you but it's just that I do enough without much complaints on your face and there are times when the will is weak and I turn to you foolishly for comforts which are never granted, and when they are it almost feels like a punishment for both of us.

This is so mad I don't know how I can resolve this .
Sometimes I wish I could just bash some heads in and not get questioned.