Every one a knife... but I guess I'm a chef for a reason...
You be mad at me becuase what you say carries more weight when the girls are around. Think of all the things I wouldn't say in front of the boys... now understand. My girls love me... they don't want to see me hurt, they are my family and no one is good enough for them... nothing hurt as much as the last comment... nothing hurts more than you doubting me. I love you and the more you hurt me the more I know it. When i'm with you I want to burst from the inside becuase I can't say what I mean and I have to resort to plain i love yous, when you hurt me it's so bad I can't even fall apart... get the girl another drink.