Does A Woman Ever Really Experience Freedom?

Just A Little Bugged Today. . .
I don't know when it started. It might have been when he said "who left food in the car" and I said "I don't know, what kind of food is it?" then his response was "I don't know, but whoever left it in there needs to get it out".
Or maybe it was when he brought it up again because he wanted to drive the car and he didn't want food in it so he insisted that I do the investigating, so I stopped what I was doing and went and threw out the half eaten hot dog from Costco (left by one of the kids) from when we went to get the birthday cake yesterday.
Or maybe it was when he asked me what I was doing on the computer for the third time?
Or maybe it was when he told me that even if we do get a divorce I'll still be in a dysfunctional relationship. I won't stop having dysfunctional relationships, I just won't have one with him. I then said, "Yes, I probably will be dysfunctional. However, I know I will not be in a relationship with a man who constantly tells me what I am doing wrong". I didn't bother to tell him that I won't be in a relationship with a man who lives off his mother and refuses to work because that's just asking for a fight and I'm really sick of fighting so I have to keep those thoughts to myself.
Or maybe it was when I could not sign into my other blog today. Or maybe it was when I decided to take the kids to see Monster House instead of Pirate Of The Caribbean because I'm being a good parent, but I REALLY WANT TO SEE JOHNNY DEPP DAMMIT!
Or maybe it was when I put on my capri pants and they were really tight in the waist, but I had some left over cake and ice-cream anyway!
Or maybe it was when I realized I'm too stinkin broke to even get my hair cut at Supercuts!
Or maybe it was when my daughter disobeyed me for the 8th time today!
Or maybe it was when my bird shit on my shoulder and then walked in it!
Or maybe it was because my mind was wondering and wishing things were different in my life. And feeling like I'm missing out. And just having that desire for my circumstances to change. Knowing that they are not changing today. Wondering if it will ever be. . . . . Arguing with myself, yes you know it will be different soon enough and you know it will be hard, but it will be so much better and then the next minutes saying to myself, you are such a silly girl to think that the love in your mind even really exists. . . Does it really exist? I don't know. But if it does I want to experience it completely. I mean experience the love God has for me. Experience the freedom of being treated as an equal, as an independent person, respected, boundaries, loved. True love that includes someone who thinks of others first and not himself first. A giver, not a taker.