At my breaking point, violence
I don't know what happened for this to escalate this way. I am at home today on a day off and was cleaning. My husband came home at lunch to grab a bite to eat and get back to work. He chose this time to complain at me. He opened the fridge door and seen two small containers of raspberries we had bought last sunday. He started to accuse me of not eating them in time before they've gone bad and why the hell would I buy three containers of raspberries and only eat one and waste the other two.






