I’d Rather Die Alone

It’s 10:06pm.

We’re watching TV. Dad told mom to style her hair: “Do something with it! You look like a damn ghost, color it again. He added, “And by the way, you’re giving me a back rub tonight.”

 

Does it matter that he said this with a little humour? After all, it’s not what you say, it’s how you say it.

Right?

 

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