I am a bitch I am this and that this ain't my house I need to get out list goes on and on and I call it how I see it and they don't lime that either just so sick of it

yeah that's where I am but the are still screaming and yelling and talking shit I can hear there every word

I live with the same thing and I have to lock myself in my room until y fiancé gets home from work because I can't even eat in this house without being yelled at for dirtying dishes. even though I do my own dishes and my fiancés dishes.