How can you mend a broken heart?

This song showed up in a carol burnette melody. so I looked it up and discovered our favorite white boy bee gees just copied a black guy, Al Green.  Sheesh. There was way too much of that. Well Al's soulful rendition broke me down into tears and I realized, I'm married to the man who broke my heart.  Broke it so good I don't know or want to know how to love again. But still married because of economics.
So I'm working on the bus. It's causing me grief because Dan likes to walk in and start a fight about anything he can, start an old argument back up.  It'll be like 'what if we do it this way" and I respond "must we start that over again? we already did this last week!" then it's the old "you never listen to me" bullshit which really means "you're not amazed enough with my brilliance." Then Ray, he's an old frenemy from way back, he's over on Wednesday to help put a ceiling panel up. Takes three fucking hours because he keeps stopping to babble about unrelated bullshit or pick a fight with me for the same fucking bullshit Dan's always picking on me for.  And there's me trying to emulate that adoring blonde bullshit they seem to want from me and STILL getting shouted at in fury about how horrible I am, not once but four times in the day. WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO GET THIS??? I mean, not in the moment, I am damn certain that's not my fault. but in attracting these crazy fuckers into my life?   I can't fix these nasty old men, but how do I get out of the line of fire without tossing them off a bridge?  Any attempt to talk to someone has resulted in bs like "I'm not getting in the middle of that" and I need real human advice!
  I think I'll call Eileen.  She's almost as bad some days but then she's also free with advice on how to deal with assholes.

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