I dread to go home I know she'll be there with complaints on her mind and her hands in the air.

she say nasty things and she's no fun at all.
The things she wants done are a list that's to tall. I hope that soon this all will be gone . So I walk out the door and into the street one never knows who they might meet. So I guess I'll go back and start all over again . This just seems like misery this pattern were in . I struggle for peace I have some of my own . I'm told that I'm stupid and I just piss and moan. Till death do us part that's what they say some times it seems like death is to far away..