She asks me what I have been doing. I tell her, “Not what I should be doing, because I know how you want me to be making money.
Don’t think I don’t understand what it requires to stay alive in this world…”
“You don’t!” She says. “I feel like I have to either do everything for you while you bumble around like an idiot or hold your ass as you shit all over our lives.”
“Don’t say that…”
“Throw yourself out the window.”