The quiet mouse

My husband is home on the weekends. The criticism and bereting go up a notch on the weekends.

The air of not being good enough is felt

I hear from him that he doesn’t feel good.

Well, if he would quit jacking around his medicine he would feel better. This is every weekend now.

Its not my fault he screws with his medicine. I don’t even try to tell him how he’s supposed to take it. He’s a full grown man.

He’s messing with his own mental health.

How much more of this do I need to take.

I hate weekends