I’m tired of you giving me shit about not being respectful to your every breath. I just wish you’d hit me so I could hit you right on back.
You might not have been so pissy (as you always are) if you knew that right after the kids woke up she and I had gone straight to getting the tree down for YOUR ass and I went from that directly to doing the fucking dishes and stopped so that Dad could make the kids’ dinner without me crowding the kitchen.
I’m sorry you can tell everyone I’m talented and intelligent but to you I’m just a fucking tyrant that you can switch your love on and off to depending on how your level of bitchery. Fuck you.