I really don't get it. I hate when she gets all moody. She swings from loving and caring all happy to be near me and what not to irritable and short. I get you have a long day at work, I get it I do, but is that really an excuse to take your tired frustrations our on our relationship? I am sick of it, it reminds me too much of M.D and that horrible summer was she was working. I have had long days too, you dont see me taking out my work/school frustrations out on you. Life is hard you work a part time job and you go to a community college part time, is your eight hour day so hard and trying that it drains you to the point of acting like a sleep deprived child? I haven't slept in almost 24 hours, you don't see me getting bitchy. I went to culinary school it is utterly insulting that she insinuates that she knows more about cooking then I do. If you don't like my cooking, then don't eat it, don't tell me I did something as simple cooking pasta wrong. Who can fuck up pasta? really! Just because I don't cook it half way done and melt three sticks of butter onto it does not mean I don't know how to cook it. She complains about her boss micro managing her but then as soon as its my turn to cook dinner there she is telling me I am dong things wrong. I know what the fuck I am doing! Get out of my hair, out of my kitchen and just leave me alone. Maybe you wouldn't be so damn irritable of you ate better and slept less. God I listen all day to your complaining, I stroke your ego till its engorged and overflowing, I calm your inconsequential fears, and agree with your petty indignations and in return I am rewarded with your short temper and even shorter patience. I rarely complain about your "guest" regardless of my feelings and yet you harbor ill concealed contempt for my friends. This unbalanced unfairness has to end or we are over. I cant do this again. I will not be the "good" girlfriend and suffer your swinging moods for nothing,I will never again lose myself to anther person. Never. She was special, I gave her everything I could. You are not her. NO one ever will be, ever, again. I will not lose myself.

Nena