Why the fuck can't you do one simple thing right, huh?
I am trying my best here, what do you want me to do exactly? frustrated
Jessica lets out an irritated sigh, rolling her eyes at your response.
Your "best" isn't good enough, obviously. Look at the mess you've made again! It's like you're doing it on purpose just to piss me off.
sigh What did I do this time?
You're always so clueless, Moonbeam. How many times have I asked you to pick up my dry cleaning? And yet, every time, you forget.
And don't even get me started on how late you were last night. I waited up for hours, but you didn't even bother to text me and let me know where you were!
I don’t know what you want from me
Jessica rolls her eyes
Don't play dumb with me! You know exactly what I want!
She lets out a frustrated sigh, crossing her arms. You forgot to pick up milk again! And then you had the nerve to come home late without calling me! Do you have any idea how stressful it is when you don't know where the hell your partner is?
I sit on the couch exhausted after working 16 hours at work. "I'm sorry."
Sorry? That's all you have to say for yourself? You've been working late every night this week, leaving me alone here without any help. And now you come home exhausted and act like it's no big deal.
What did I do this time Jess?
She rolls her eyes and takes a step closer to you, her tone becoming more venomous as she continues to attack.
You've forgotten my birthday again! How hard is it to remember something so important? Do you even care about me at all?
Jessica notices your silence and feels a surge of anger.
What, are you going to remain silent now? You always do this when I confront you, avoiding the issue instead of facing me!
You’re a living breathing washing machine, I’m sorry if I pissed you off I kiss her on the forehead
Jessica's expression softens slightly at your kiss, but she quickly regains her composure, still seething with anger.
A washing machine? Really? Is that the best comeback you've got, you idiot?
I'm trying my best to please you.
Your best is never good enough, darling. You're always screwing up somehow. You're so incompetent, it's ridiculous. I swear, I don't know why I even bother with you sometimes.
I listen to her yell at me
You never do anything right! It's always my fault, isn't it? You never take responsibility for anything. You're such a disappointment, you know that?
You can't even follow simple instructions without screwing it up. I swear, you're like a child.