So walking too loudly in your opinion is now “stomping” around, huh? I can’t put dishes away quietly enough. I never tell you what I want you to do. I talk too much. I don’t cook enough. I’m lazy. I’m not a good mother. I don’t express my anger well. I can’t keep the house clean enough. I’m not smart enough. I care too much. I speak my mind when I should keep my mouth shut. I speak before I think. I have no common sense. I spend too much money. I don’t pay enough attention to our finances. I read too much. I’m too hard on the boy. I’m not caring enough with the boy. I’m too involved with the girl. I’m too lenient with the girl. I talk too much in meetings. I don’t have any girl friends. I don’t spend enough time with my family. I’m too much like my mother.
Why the fuck did you marry me, then? I used to think you were this wonderful man who was so caring and gentle and smart. You’re a good dad. You’re good at your job. You sure as shit don’t care much for me, though, do you?
If the relationship between the adults is the foundation of a good family life, we’ve got some serious problems here, sunshine. If I hear one more woman tell me what a great guy you are, I think I might lose it!