Posted 6th February 2014 511

I’ve been working my fucking ass off since May to try and put a dent in my debts and more shit just keeps cropping up that is beyond my control. Student loans, VISA debt, college re-application fees, tuition deposits, emergency dental surgery, etc etc etc…

I’m getting shit hours because I work at an ice cream chain and it’s February.. It’s -45 here on a good day, I get out and walk my ass too and from work everyday. I spend my days off cleaning and going to appointments, which is more money out the door.

and all YOU do is snark at me about the littlest things around the house. I use tea tree oil shampoo, and now all of a sudden even the smell of a little bit is angering you and now I have to stop using it? It’s the only thing that helps with the extreme excema-y scalp/hands, but no, sorry Princess, it’s all about you.

I pay you $350 every pay check, and you still got mad when you found out how much my glasses were going to cost because, “Now it’ll take you longer to pay me back”. Then you go on about how angry you are because you have no money, when you eat out almost every second day because you don’t want to cook.. Why? because there’s no clean dishes. WAIT, didn’t I just do them all? AGAIN and again and again. “Which of these dishes is yours?” TRICK QUESTION. If I say none, I’m lying, if I point out which ones are mine, you’ll throw them in my room ON MY CLEAN BED, then proceed to wash only the ones you used that day, leaving all the dirtiest pots and dishes, that you cooked in, for someone else.

You have the fucking audacity to complain about the state of the house when all you do when I work 8 hour days is sit on your ass and watch Netflix. “But I highlighted stuff in a textbook for an hour, I’m so productive, why doesn’t anyone else do anything around this house?”

I’m going to kill you so good, they’ll need dental records to identify your remains, Bitch.

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