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I walk in the house and Jim is in the kitchen, he storms out when he sees me and mumbles about me as he walks to the den. What did I ever do to this guy?! I can't even walk in the door without hearing him talk about me. I try to ignore it but he just makes it impossible. Tomorrow he's off of work too so I don't know what I'm going to do. I'll be here with him all day. God I hate this place, I really hope Jason's mom says yes, I need out.