Every snide remark; every comment disguised as "helpful advice" or a joke--when we both realize it is neither; every demeaning comment or angry word when I try to ask a legitimate question that is my right (even simple questions), and every time I get blasted over some perceived slight or my "bad" attitude. Every time you sneer at me or roll your eyes, or discount something I say or feel, or ignore me completely and walk away; every time you walk out without a word because that is your "right" as the man of the house; every time you walk past our children and either give them a dirty, condescending look or just completely ignore them; every expectation you have that I will anticipate and meet all your needs because that is your right and my "job", every time you don't help buy something they or the household needs, or even worse make me beg you for money to get food and you give me a 20 and then make me account for every penny of it and pay you back immediately--even though you live in the house, eat the food, cost more with sodas and your pickiness--for every single thing you buy yourself when you know that I have several abcessed teeth and our children need clothes and there is no food in the house, but that is my responsibility; for every new damn phone and car and outfit and computer you get, for all the expensive remote control (gas powered) cars that you buy yourself and the RV that only you and your relatives get to enjoy (even though the kids and I helped pay for and fix it up), for every trip to the track you take with expectations that you can although if I go to my sister's I get the third degree; for every friend I've given up, every activity I've quit, everything my kids have missed out on; for the way I am with you, the person I've become--for all of this and so much more I seriously hate you.