I’m not home to pick up all of her fucking slack, I’ve taken on everything that you have asked me, never once complaining, never once having a problem. But this is getting to be a little much, I’m not your maid, or your errand boy. You’ll tell me “We know you are back home, because you have a lot of things to deal with and we don’t want mess around with that too much” and I don’t mind helping. But I am doing everything now, because she “can’t do it properly.” I have my own shit to deal with, I know I shouldn’t complain, and I wont after this. I’m going to go to the grocery store and do groceries now, because she finished off the food, we have nothing to eat and neither of you want to go outside in the cold.