HATE

I am trying to analyse this whole blow-up and figure a way out of it, albeit half-heartedly.

You know how I feel about the way you react to my dogs. I realise we have different values and opinions about them. But respect mine, please.

Already I have barred them from most of the house. Without complaint and full understanding.

You on the other hand, treat them with disdain. Sometimes yes, you play with them. But when they are lurking around the living room, you are constantly yelling at them.

I hate that part of you. I do.

And more and more, I see that perhaps it may be the straw that breaks this fragile relationship.

So much of us is comfortable and fits and is right. The way we entertain and like to be entertained. The way you and I fill in the gaps in each others' lives. My home has become a convenient venue for you to live out your fantasies of entertaining friends and showing off your culinary skills. You love playing host and my home is lovely. I know that. You like having people over because it is good enough.

I know your friends are probably thinking oh how you lucked out with me, this girl with a home where you can play house without strings.

And my friends just think you're plain lovely because you're such a wonderful host.

But truth is, the one thing I cannot change in my life and will not change, you hate.

Despite what you say about my dogs, I know you hate them. Hate the way they have freedom over the household.

Well, my friends like dogs too and will not agree with you. So don't expect any sympathy from them either.

If you cannot put up with them and learn how to live with them and enjoy them, you might as well not live with me.

Go find someone else who has no pets and no responsibilities. Like you. Because unlike what you think in your head, you have none. You assume responsibilities, but from what I've seen, it's all in your head. Your family doesn't make you take them on. You do it on your own volition. You limit your own life.

And the truth is, you assume them because you like them. They make you feel important and needed. Indispensable. Dependable.

All the things you are actually not at this point in your life given the turns you have taken.

You are the go-to person in the lives of your friends and family. They cherish you for that. Not for who you are.

Yes I am being my utmost wicked self.

I hate the you that hates my dogs. HATE.