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I'm so fucking tired of hearing "that's really shitty work" "i can't do that, blah blah blah". HE NEEDS A MOTHERFUCKING JOB. I DON'T FUCKING CARE IF HE LIKES WHAT HE'S FUCKING DOING OR IF IT'S NOT HIS IDEAL JOB. He just fucking expects me to make all the bills this month easily while he spends my money. It's hard, he doesn't seem to understand how fucking stressed I am. He says he does, but he's not the one out there TRYING to make rent, but knowing it's going to be virtually impossible. It's ridiculous how picky he's being.