I honestly wish you wouldn’t have came back. You should’ve stayed longer on your trip. We were having a rough patch before you left and things were so good when you were gone. I had alone time, time to do whatever I wanted, peace and quiet…and now. You lose your glasses on your trip and you come home sighing and complaining and throwing everything around to look for a spare and making smart remarks. And I hate it. I don’t want you here. I worked SO hard to keep the other room organized and the boxes intact. Do you not know I can hear everything you’re doing? Throwing boxes around, stuff falling out, you shoving them around, punching the boxes…like what are you doing? You’re in a bad mood and being in a hot room trying to find the impossible isn’t gonna help. The spare is like 4 years old, he needs a NEW pair of glasses.

Do you even know you didn’t even ask me how my day was? Told me you missed me? Gave me a kiss. No you talked about yourself and put your own self in a bad mood. I tried to help and you were just being an ass so I stopped. I don’t want someone who’s gonna act this way. I wanted more time apart from you.