Don't always blame the problem on me. If you didn't trigger me unnecessarily I wouldn't be in a mood. You know my temper, you know how stressed I am (oh I'm sorry, I forgot you're the only one who can be stressed, whereas I'm not allowed to, 'cause according to you, I don't do shits, I'm not a boss, I'm just a public servant, I don't even need to take care of my baby 24x7 'cause my mom helps me out, so I must be the only one stress-free). Why do you always have to act as in this relationship I'm the only one causing anger?! You must be a saint then. A very stubborn, machist, childish and exaggerated saint. At least I admit my own fucking problems. But you? You just don't see the picture. Either you can't see or simply refuse to. Well, that's a problem now. I'm not saying you gotta apologise now and say it's all your fault. I'm saying you have to acknowledge you have downsides too. Learn to admit you can be a fucking irritating ass as well. Only because you are the baby prince at your home doesn't mean you can't be a proper grown up outside that shell. Oh and learn to appreciate more your wife 'cause you'll NEVER EVER experience the pain she went through while giving birth to the lovely baby girl you have part in. If you think buying me some expensive stuff means you don't have to pay extra care or love to me, then you're wrong. Fucking wrong. I'm the mother of our child. And no one, no bloody one, except my mom, knows how much I went through. So you better shut your gob before you call me crazy or tell me to go see a psychiatrist. If I had to go, I would definitely drag you along with me. 'Cause you ain't that innocent in these anger problems we have, together. Yes, together. TOGETHER.
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