I slam my hands onto the countertop, yelling with a fierce graze in my tone. My accent was showing, a slight change of language was slowly crossing my line of speech. I couldn't believe how she could just accuse me of neglecting her wants and needs at home. How dare she. Doesn't she realize how busy I am? Of course, I'm not coming off as narcissistic or anything, I'm telling the truth. Someone should know their place.

"DON'T YOU REALIZE I'M DOING MY BEST TO SUPPORT AND BALANCE MY TIME FOR YOU AND MY CAREER INTO ONE SLOT?! I'M JUST ONE GIRL AND YOU'RE JUST MULTIPLE PROBLEMS AT ONCE!"

My own yelling ringed through my eyes, the sound of my stomping as I shouted my feelings at you "I WANT A FUCKING DIVORCE! It's FINAL!"