angst- listen to me, damnit!
Ron is hell bent on cutting my hydrangea bushes so that they are ugly two inch tall sticks instead of pretty healthy bushes. Why does he need straight lines so much? Fucking... I just. I want to protect my plants because he's the kind of person that steps on flowers just because and I'm the sort to move weeds to a place where they're allowed to grow rather than kill them. I'm so angry and frustrated because it doesn't matter that this is my forte or that I'm a grown woman, he'll just disregard my advice no matter what I say. I want to cry.
