Bloody hell... what was the need to yell? Let alone scream, but shriek? No. That is not acceptable behaviour 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 lousy tongue in her mouth, I tell you! Sheesh...my 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 cheesecake! I say an utterly delicious looking cheesecake sitting on that table, untouched is a shame. To leave it just like that would be an insult to the cheesecake. Hell, I love cheesecake!
Okay, I ate her cake, but she had another one in the refrigerator? She could just take it out and eat it if she craved for it so much! But no, she had me to blame! God, what is with women in general that makes them so weird?
It's 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 it's 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 this woman is trying my patience. She got me to vacate the only cupboard in the house as well. That spoilt brat!
Sigh...I feel so left out. My pals tell me it's 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)mankind come to...
Errr...I have to dash else it will be the end of me!
P.S: This post is dedicated to the big fat rat that has made my home his abode. It has managed to climb into my 4th-floor house somehow and sat cosily 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 packet of oil and seemed to have swum in it. Shat all over the place due to oil overdose and so on...