I glance up at the clock knowing dickhead will be home soon. My blood boils as I remember our morning fight. The only thing you need to know is he is at fault. I hear the door open. What should I do? Should I be facing him so he sees my seething look right away? Should I give him the cold shoulder? Hmmmmm. I choose the cold shoulder. "Hi," I hear him tentatively say. You better
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