He thinks I can’t build a fire.  He thinks he’s better than me and smarter than me.  He thinks every meal I cook could taste at least a little better.  And, worse yet, he thinks I’m not funny.

And it burns. me. up!

So yesterday, I said ENOUGH!  

That’s right.  I’ve had it up to HERE!! (I know, I knowwww.  Bring on the short jokes.)

But seriously!
I’m done.

I’m tired of constant competition that should be camaraderie.  I’m tired of anticipating the imminent criticism any time we embark on a project together.  I’m tired of bickering over tiny details because neither of us can stand the thought that one might know more than the other on any given (mind you, completely inconsequential) topic.… Read the rest