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Ashley did our taxes last night. She isn't getting nearly what she thought she would get back and was pretty upset about it. She had some dilutions of what she was going to spend her return on, but it looks like bills are the ticket. I could have told her that she wasn't going to get back as much as she thought, but she wouldn't have believed me. She's been on the warpath ever since, I tried to calm her but it was like pissing in the wind. I don't think she has any idea of how volatile she can be and how much she blames other people. She jumped down my throat last night about not having a dresser so she can put her clothes away. It really pissed me off but I refrained from throwing it in her face, being that she isn't mad at me I'm just the only person around. Besides I know I do the same thing to her and I don't much feel like being a hypocrite. I, however, did quitely point out that it's not my fault we don't have a dresser and she agreed but didn't stop yelling. Sometimes it's really hard for me to take all the shit she deals and I just want to yell back, but I know that wont make anything better. Tonight, when she gets home from work, if she is still on the warpath I'm going to have sit her down and have a conversation.