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Woes and woman kind!

Bloody hell... what was the need to yell? Let alone yell, but shriek? No. That is not acceptable behavior and she is aware of that. Every time this happens...I come into the room and she starts to look for things to hurl at me! 

Am I punching bag or what? I mean I am lost...even my friends who are so much more experienced in relationships like mine, have never dealt with so much yelling and cussing. That woman's got a bad tongue in her mouth, I tell you! ears are still ringing. 

It is an insult to be treated this way every now and then! I mean doesn't every person have some value? The other day she accused me of finishing up her food! Well, hello...someone tell her that I had been watching her when she went on ranting into the telephone and finally, got up without even eating a bite! And then she was like, I ate her cheese cake! I say, a perfectly delicious looking cheese cake sitting on that table, untouched is a shame. To leave it just like that would be an insult to the cheese cake. Hell, I love cheese cake! 

Okay I ate hers...she had another one in the refrigerator?  She could just take it out and eat it if she craved for it so much! But nah...she had me to blame. God what is with women in general that makes them so weird?

Its not like she is a goddess or something but I thought we had a thing going on. I have lived here more than she has and yet, she continues to talk about the place like its her 'own' pad or something. 

I have had enough and I have threatened to leave as well. But I guess my rantings aren't loud enough or good enough. I tell you she is trying my patience. She got me to vacate the only cupboard in the house as well. The spoilt brat! 

Sigh...I feel so left out. My pals tell me its a lost cause and that I must dump her. And I think I need to act fast, I just heard her talking to some guy on the phone. Now I wouldn't have minded if it was some lame boyfriend of hers but its the rat catcher she had been talking too!

How can someone be so mean? I mean why hurt me? Just because I eat some food of yours? Occasionally nibble on your clothes...and some new shoes too? Now do I deserve to die in some drain? Be poisoned to death? Bah what has (wo)man kind come to...

Errr...I have to dash else it will be the end of me!

P.S: This post is dedicated to the bit fat rat that has made my home his abode. It has managed to climb into my 4th floor house somehow and sat itself cozy in one of the grocery drawers. When ma opened the drawer, it just jumped out and dashed. But in the meantime it had bitten into the oil packet and seemed to have swum in it. Shat all over the place due to oil overdose and so on...

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