You get pissed off at me that the house is a mess when you don't help clean it. I was bone tired yesterday, to the point of delirium. So YOU layed in bed and left me to sort the kids out. It was me who got them into bed. Me who cleaned up afterwards (they trashed the living room). Me who even organised your dessert when you decided to grace me with your presence when they were all asleep. Then, when I drag myself to bed, you complain that I don't want to spend time with you?! Then this morning when I'm washing the dishes (I was too tired to last night) before breakfast while you're sat on your ass scrolling Facebook, and I get upset at having to stop and sort our kids squabbles out every 2 minutes: I'm the bad guy? Because I should have done them last night and had breakfast ready by now. Kids nagging me while you get to rest. After I was up all night with the baby. Go fuck yourself. Just because you earn the money, doesn't make me your slave. I'm not your MAID!!