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CHarlie was kicking and hitting K and not listening so I came over and said I will take away his marbles if he does it again. He said ok. I said give daddy a hug and kiss and he didn't. I was walking away and K got on me that he is this way because of me because I'm walking away and not making him follow up on what I told him to do. I was like whatever and he kept going (I could tell by his crazed eyes we hit "Bull seeing red" zone) and he was getting amped and I literally said "SHUT IT!" You can imagine how THAT went over...

WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME? And stormed downstairs yelling "You don't know how fucking crazy you sound." or something to that effect. So I'm like BYE! And, kept making dinner. I was planning to get him after I was done and he came up before then. I was going to talk to him and he was walking by and he got in my face and said "That is the LAST time you will fucking talk to me like that." And, I scoffed. And I'm like are you kidding me?! And he's screaming and yelling and f-bombing me IN FRONT of Charlie and I kept saying "not in front of him." So we go in the laundry room to continue the convo. And, it's not going well.

This is the last fucking time you talk to me like that. And, I was like I snapped at you ONCE. You talk to me like this all the time. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? All I've done since you've been sick is take care of you and try and make you feel better and take care of Charlie and this is what I get? I get NOTHING in return. 

WTF - I ssaid you were sick last week and I handled everything sooooo. "What're you talking about? I've been nothing but great to you and you've just been a bitch." (Bitch came up during the convo, this may not be the exact moment, but wanted to get it out there.)  And, it just keeps going on. And it's RIDICULOUS. OMFG. he's going on and on that he's been nothing but great and I give him nothing in return. 

And, I said I snapped ONCE at you. I rarely ever do that. "Oh, whatever!" I said, no, YOU cannot talk to ME like that. Talk to me like that once more and done. "Oh, really? It's just that easy" NO! It's not, but you talk to me like this much more than I do to you. And, again, I snapped once! A rarity! But, he won't let it go. 

(Now, something suddenly, hits me. Because earlier he was "ok" then he got all weird and before the weird, he was rubbing my leg and I kept moving his hand and I'm thinking oooookkkkk. This is goign to go back to him not getting play or getting to touch me as much as he wants. And, it did.)

So, he says he's leaving, not staying here. I was like ok, where are you gonna go? (Didn't mean it that way, but seriously? Where are you going to go stay? Please tell me that.)  The fight continues. And, it's just weird. He's like "I'm not going to stand for Charlie treating me this way. And YOU treating me this way." WHAT WAY?! OMG, it's ludicrous. He's just going on and on and on.

This is all happening with Charlie with us, mind you. I finally get him to calm down and we're "talking" (ya know, not yelling at each other but if Charlie weren't here, I guarantee it'd be heated). But I hated having Charlie there for it. 

Then rolls back to him being punished because I'm not happy with my body. "Just because you don't like your body or how you look I am being punished?! You don't touch me. You don't undress in front of me. You're never in the mood. And this has been going on for 4 years!" [Love how the time since gets longer and longer and longer, lol. Again, total lies because we have had sex or messed around or whatever and RECENTLY. But it';s just never enough. I said ummm, hello! Valentine's day. "Remind me, because I don't remember it." I said XYZ, and he was like "ok, so it was just "ok" but it' was just normal. Nothing special. You haven't dressed up for me in 3 or 4 years [TOTAL fuckin lie, btw. I have worn outfits! Not recently, true, but I just don't like doing it anymore)"  I'm already crying at this point because I hate  when this comes up. No, I';m not aroused or turned on much anymore. That's true, but COME ON.

He did leave - said he'll be back later. Might go to Adam's (fish guy) "I don't fuckin' know. You treat me like a dog. You feed me. You "take care" of me" You live with me. And, you throw me a fucking bone every once in a while. But, that's it." And, that was that. 

There's more - will try and update/expound after Charlie goes to bed because he wants attention. 



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