I was told to fuck off today when I asked him if it was my job to clean the sheets our daughter threw up all over. You know, because I had gotten 4 hours of sleep the night before, took her to the doctor while there was freezing rain and carted her around the grocery store while we waited for the pharmacy to open.

Came home to him laying in bed, playing his game. He had vacuumed and done the dishes, so to him that was enough.

He got three hours to himself. I got nothing except a fuck off when I tried to convey the inequality in our duties in the household. I was told I was grandstanding and turning into two women he particularly dislikes.

Another lousy fucking Christmas. Thanks a lot. Can’t wait to get the two pairs of socks you got me - the ones you didn’t even bother to wrap, but are still sitting on the kitchen counter with all the cards you haven’t filled out. I hate this fucking holiday.