#someones gotta learn something from this

So BF is angry because I told him I’d rather not cook these weeks while I’m basically drowning in stress and exams, because he “gets home at 10pm and why should he have to cook his dinner then?” (IMPORTANT NOTE: we have dinner at 10:30 or 11pm… he’s not getting home abnormally late, it’s just how it works here in Spain).

Well, who cooked MY dinner, and HIS dinner, and the KID’s dinner, when I was working twice as many hours as him, getting home just 10 minutes earlier than him, and keeping up with university on top of it all?

ME, THAT’S WHO.

But, oh noes, meany Rya won’t cut him lettuce for his salad tonight, WOE IS HIM.

(and then people wonder why am I so bitter lately… If someone would lend me a hand and not expect me to do 500% of what I can do, I’d be way sweeter, goddammit)