Dear Dr. John,
Me? You want me to make you a plate of food? When did I become your b*tch? Oh when I said "I do"... wow you can serve yourself. I'm exhausted. I get up during the night to get our son, commute to work, work, commute home, get our son, clean the house, cook dinner, take care of our son, prepare for the following day, bathe and put our son to bed and I stay up late just to see your face....so yeah I'm tired. So Wtf come in and play with our son and ask me to make you a plate of food then say that it's easy it only take you five minutes. Please, lucky I don't poison you.
And for the 8292746467281 time, why do you sit in the middle of two cushions?!? The crack isn't a place to sit. You're making the cushions flat and warping funny. And tell your friend to stop parking in our driveway. He's a guest he parks on the street. Why should I park on the street? Wow.
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