Parenthood is not something I sought

Although I do not now have a choice.  My baby girl was concieved by my wife holding me down instead of letting me pull out.  Now I am a father although I did not want to be, at least not yet.
The baby screams, the baby cries, it seems all the baby does is things which exacerbate my chronic headaches.  I feed it, it cries, I burp it, it cries, it seems like it cries just to hear itself scream.
My wife bitches about chores and talks about "how she works" because she just started a summer job.  Her job's income goes to into her bank.  She doesn't pay the bills, we aren't flipping a single bill.  I am paying all the bills.  Yet she thinks that her working somehow puts her at a level in which she should be doing considerably less housework.  I don't see how.  If it were not for my income, there would be no house for her to work in.  I do all the major mechanical/plumbing-related fixes myself.
Her mother (who also just started working) is constantly bitching about how I don't help enough around the house.  I don't give a shit.  I don't seek her approval and could care less.  I've never been a big family man.  The only family I feel really close to is my old man.  My legitimate blood-related father.
When I am paying out well over $1,000 a month on bills and my wife does not pay anything out for bills.  You know my wife is so thoughtless that when I filled out the paperwork for federal assistance during my school semester in which I work two 12-hour shifts she sat on the paperwork for nearly an entire month.  The house is in her and her father's names even though I'm the one paying the mortgage, and it is appriased for taxes at a much higher value than it is worth.  I hired a company who did all the paperwork to get our taxes lowered.  All she had to do was show up for a meeting.  She was not working, had nothing to do.  Did she show up on time?  FUCK NO!  She comes home fucking 20 minutes late and I'm livid.  We drive to the fucking and wait 5 minutes for a piece of shit elevator.  Then we show up in the office and are 8-12 minutes late and the person had left already.  So I had to hire a lawyer for $100 because my wife is too irresponsible to show up on time.
Lately I've been out of work for awhile due to headaches and dizziness.  I still am the one flipping the bills.  But because I am home her and her mother assume it is now my sole responsibility to do everything and they bitch and complain when I dont get off my dizzy ass and take 30 minutes to do a job my wife can do in 5 minutes.
Where is the gratitude?  For what I'm dishing out to sustain my wife and daughter, I could be living in my own house with a weekly maid who comes and does everything except wash the laundry.  My mistake for thinking "love" meant happiness. 

Eating a bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs

Why?  Because they were on sale at Walgreens.  Though the true reason is my wife has no concept of the word "punctuality".  We have had an appointment for 3:45 for weeks now to get our taxes lowered on our house.  She has no job.  She does not go to school.  The only thing I asked of her was to be ready to leave with enough time to get there by 3:30.  The office is approximately 45 minutes away.  So I get home from clinicals (I am a nursing student) and guess what?  She is visiting her parents.  Fine.  Are you going to be home on time?  "oh yah"... no problem.
She strolls in the door at 3:15 and then wants to feed her baby.  Really?  Yes really.  To make matters worse the rotten brat refuses to feed.  I give her the look of death, she gives the baby to my mother, and we leave with no hope of getting there on time.
Guess what else?  The GPS on her phone decides it is going to take the day off and we have no idea where we are going.  Driving like a bat out of hell, I hit every forsaken light on the way to this office. We arrive to the building four minutes late.  Add another 5 minutes to waiting for the elevator.  There is no stairwell in sight or in the vicinity even though we only need to get up one floor.  The elevator opens and the people are just standing there like they are staying on the elevator.  Nope, they are just slow idiots.  After I try to get on they finally start leaving.  Then when the last moron gets off the elevator it slams its doors on me (literally) and I kick them.  I retain my cool until my wife gets on the elevators and I give the door a stern punch for assualting me.  Then, instead of up, the elevator goes down.  The guy we pick up is nice and gets on with haste.  The elevator takes a 20 second stop on the first floor once again.  When we finally get to the office, it is 3:55.  Add another 2 minutes until the secretary takes note of us.  The person whom was supposed to review our information has left (she gets off at 4pm).  My wife refuses to take responsibility for being late and questions why they gave us such a late appointment if the person is supposed to get off in only a few minutes.
I repremand her and tell her that it does not matter for we are late.  Well I have to go to do more shit