Prison

Last night I told Joe I lived in a prison. Lately I feel as if I can do no right around here. When did he become so posessive, stingy and a pain in the ass? He's becoming more and more like his father and I don't know if I can deal with it. I don't ask permission to do things; I am a grown woman. Who does he think he is telling me how I should ask before offerring our home to a guest? I'm the bread winner in this family; I should be able to say what goes!!!

Man, I feel better! :-)