The chilli dog
Yesterday was my brother in laws birthday party and everything was dope. The decorations were on point there was food drinks good people good vibes and it was a beautiful summer night. Half way through the party I have a pretty good buzz going and I get a hot dog with chilli. So I’m munching on it as I walk to my group of friends and my wife and out of nowhere my wife slaps the plate out of my hand. Stupid dog flew up in the air and blasted chillin all over my clothes. Fuuuuuuck I was upset. Told her that shit wasn’t funny and she felt bad after that so she got me some napkins helped me clean it up whatever. She picked up the dog and I ate it, IDGAF. I’m a little upset, little wittle only. But for the rest of the fucking night my wife decided to let that incident ruin the rest of the night for her and that made me fucking mad. Why?! Why are you mad, what the fuck! Fucked up the rest of my night. In her defense, on our way home when I asked her why she was so upset she said it was cause I wasn’t giving her enough attention so yeah she got me there. But everything else feels like I want to pull my hair out of my skull from frustration. We get home after a heated discussion and she decides to get all caught up in her anger and sleep in another room. 5 min later she barged into our room and tried to kick me out as if this whole fucking thing is completely my fault. I fell asleep in my fucking bed that night and she did too but damn I’m fucking tired of this relationship. I give her space when she’s mad, I try to talk to her to see what I can do to fix it, I try to be mature about this as best as I know how and she just pulls away with her fucking emotions riling her up in that damn brain of hers. I get all the blame while you act like a fucking child. All I want to know is your side of the damn story so I can be better. My goal is to be better, what the fuck is yours, why did you slap my chilli dog?!

















