So now I am a dushe Bag. I really want him out, gone good buy don’t let the door hit you on your ass on the way out. All this started because I went into the bedroom to get a hot chocolate package. I have to keep things in my room if I want any of it. It was a full box. I open it and there are 3 packages left and I state to no one Oh My God I cannot even keep things for me in my room. There is a whole package of this in the pantry but someone had to take what I put in my room. The ass hole husband (not for long) told me not to yell at him. I was not speaking to him I was not spaking to anyone just voicing my frustration so I threw the packages on the bed and left. Then I came back and screamed at him if I was going to yell at him he sure the F837 would know it. And I threw the rest of the chocolates on my bed. That is when he threw them at me and called me a dushe bag. I will not take this I buy the food he east I pay for the phone he uses I pay for the electricity, I pay for every f&^%$#@ thing how dare he call me a dushe bag!!! I am calling a lawyer to see what it is going to cost me to get him the hell out of my life.
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