i. do. not. want. that. at. all.

yeah, i don’t know.

Matthew was here and, he needs work. i don’t want to be a nag about shit but, turn off lights you are not using, use the right dishes, when i say look behind the door, i mean that, and for fuck’s sakes, keep your shit off my kitchen table!

and when you pop the cap off your beer and it lands on the floor and i ask you to pick it up, pick it fucking up and don’t say later.

i am not going to be that bitch who does all the cooking and cleaning in the household. i do not want a marriage like my parents. my mother did it all, my father only brought home a paycheck, that’s it. cooking, cleaning, child rearing, that was all her. she paid the bills, did the shopping, she fucking grilled! and cut the grass!

i. do.  not. want. that. at. all.

i need a drink. this is not how i thought this post was gonna go.