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I think I've had a breakthrough with Justin. Last week I was trying to make dinner, but the kitchen was messy. The kitchen is the only thing I ask Justin to clean. So I asked him to please clean the kitchen the next morning. He said, "I'll think about it." Naturally, I hit the roof. Normally I'm pretty passive-agressive with my anger and this time was no exception. So I'm throwing dishes in the dishwasher and swearing up a storm, phrases like, "not a clean fucking dish in the place...can't even get the fucking dishes done."

Last night I was doing laundry and was very tired and not feeling well. I look at Justin and said, "tomorrow, would you please finish folding these." He said, "I would be happy to."

Good boy. :)