Marko and I had
an argument today. I think I am
premenstrual because I really
hate despise do not like him at the
moment. I think he is being an
insensitive sulky asshole. He probably thinks I am being an irrational
emotional bitch. He is lucky I haven’t
sunk a bread knife in his skull.
Him: What are you talking about?
Me: You didn’t even ask me how my afternoon was when I walked in the house yesterday
Him: I didn’t?
Me: You never care about the things that are important to me