My dad had a bad heart attack and two weeks after he got out of the hospital, he was admitted again.
I worked 15 hours that day (with university classes in there). My boyfriend at the time told me he'd make us dinner that night. So it's like 10:30 pm I'm drained physically, mentally, and emotionally. I drive over to his place for dinner and he answers the door in a groggy whiney "you just woke me up from my nap" tone.
I go into the kitchen, there's no food. Nothing. So I'm upset now. So I'm kinda tossing around shit to put some food on the table.
Boyfriend is like "Are you okay?" I say, "No not really, I just worked 15 hours, there's no dinner, and my dad is back in the hospital."
He goes. "Oh... Why?"
Batshit begins to rise
Me: (trying to be patient) Because. He just had a heart attack. And his charts aren't good.
Him: Oh.
Batshit almost peaking at that response
Me: continues making dinner as he watches
Him: Limabeans29, calm down, he's going to be fine.
Batshit crazy explodes
I straight up almost went to jail that night. We're not together anymore.