She doesn't like the way I smell (with cologne).
She doesn't like the way I look naked.
She doesn't like the way I treat her sons.
She doesn't like how I drive.
When I give in to admit I'm wrong, she says that's wrong.
I'm the one who gives in to apologize. I can't remember the
last time I heard her apologize.
She doesn't like how I work, that I don't work more, that I
don't make more money.
She doesn't like my "good enough is sufficient" simpler
Kids think I'm ogre and they don't like me.
Kids' friends think I'm an ogre and they don't like me.
When I express my opinion, I get told I'm wrong. So it's probably
better that I just keep my mouth shut.
If I say it's better if I keep my mouth shut, she tells me that's
She can rant and rave all she wants at her sons, but when I do it,
I'm told I'm being too hard, too mean, an ogre.
I swear, it's better if I say nothing at all.
Dear God, help me to say nothing.