Him: You get to go to work and I have to be TRAPPED in this PRISON of a house!
Me: Well if you do these chores while I’m at work instead of lying in bed we’ll have time to go out together.
Him: I don’t just lay around!
Me: Why the f*** isn’t anything done when I come home then?
Him: I lay in bed being suicidal *cries and somehow still acts like I’M the problem*
