You are Unbelievable

No. You did not just come into my room and start an argument over nothing.
You don't ever listen. Even if it's a text, you don't even read it.
And you did NOT just tell me that I do not deserve a cat. MY BABY.


"Could you just do this one thing for me blah blah blah"
NO. STOP IT. I will not do anything for you. Especially not after you brought Malibu Barbie into this house. The bitch who literally does not respect me enough to let my meal finish cooking in the micro. NO. NO NO NO.
Don't you DARE ever tell me AGAIN that I do not deserve her. You do not deserve children. Not even you, our father, respect us. You brought Barbie into this house when we met her only once, 4 years prior. (And you didn't even tell us she was your girlfriend! I had to SCREAM it outta you!!! @&*^^**&%#)


You brought someone who doesn't respect us, let alone you, in to his house. She fully knew that we had no idea who she was, yet she moved in.
And you just let her take over.
Like that.
Because you fuck up so many times you need to let her get her way otherwise you will be alone again. No. I like 2% milk and REAL laundry detergent and eggs that are not hard boiled still in the egge slot.
AND I LIKE MY SLEEP.
I LIKE NOT BEING DISTURBED AT 11:30 PM BECAUSE YOU'RE GONE SO BARBIE DECIDES TO VACCUUM.
I LIKE SLEEPING PAST 9 AND NOT BEING WOKEN UP BY A RAGING BLENDER.
I LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE DON'T TAKE OUT MY NOODLES FROM THE MICRO TO MAKE THEIR FUCKING LEFTOVERS.
I LIKE NOT BEING GLARED AT FOR NO REASON.

I LIKE BEING ABLE TO DO LAUNDRY WHEN EVER AND NOT JUST AFTER SHE GOES TO BED - IF I'M LUCKY BECAUSE ALL SHE DOES IS LAUNDRY AND DISHES.
I LIKE NOT BEING BLAMED FOR ALL THE MONEY ISSUES EVEN THOUGH I PAY FOR ALL MY OWN THINGS AND BARBIE DOESN'T HAVE A FUCKING JOB AND SHE'S THE ONE WHO ALMOST KILLED MY CAT - MY BABY.
I LIKE NOT LOOKING AT PICTURES OF PEOPLE I HARDLY KNOW WITH NAKKID BABIES.
IN MY OWN HOUSE.

IN.

MY.

OWN.

FUCKING.

HOUSE.