I still cannot get over how selfish and self-centered you were being last night. I know that's not 'you' because you have never been like that. Just the fact that you told me that you don't care that I'm sick and needed some sleep makes me question how much you really are committed to me. I'm questioning our entire relationship now because I may be catching a glimpse of the real you. Or maybe I'm seeing the part of you that no-one really ever sees. Is THIS how it's going to be? All about you?
I'm not a FUCKING TOY! Don't play games with me. Oh and your whole crying act when you finally came to bed, not playing that game either. If you can't pull your head out of your ass long enough to see how your actions affect those around you that love you, I'm not feeling sorry for you. That's just another game and I'm not playin. When you don't feel good, I take it upon myself to cook dinner, bathe the children, get the homework done or whatever needs done, and get the kids to bed. And now with the table turned somehow you can't seem to manage getting half of that done without having a breakdown and screaming until your red in the face.
You told me that I don't have a say in when it comes to the kids and yet you want me to raise Dylan while you gallivant in the woods with your sister? What the fuck is that double standard about? It's okay for me to raise them and have a say when it's convenient for you? I'm not okay with watching him if the reason is that you can't handle it anymore. It's purely situational this time, because I was completely willing to take him for the weekend, until you started having a tantrum. It was so childish the way that you handled the entire evening, it was all about you and what you want, never even a thought as to how I was feeling or what I wanted. When you are ready to handle this like an adult come talk to me. No more games.
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