"I've explained this a hundred times, and you're still not satisfied? All I did was give an employee a house as a reward. Are you ever going to let this go? Have I ever brought up how you insulted her? Since I got home, you've treated me like crap. First, you ditch dinner, and now the cake! What do you think I am? Made of patience?"
I closed my eyes, too frustrated to even look at him anymore. "I'm not throwing a tantrum. You're right, it's your money, and you can spend it however you want. I'm not as free as Lindsay is! I've got my work—"
Before I could finish, he cut me off, shouting, "Enough! You say this every time. Ever since Lindsay joined the company, you've been acting crazy every day! No wonder the baby didn't make it. With a mother and a family like this, it's a blessing he wasn't born!"
Before I could register his words, my hand flew up and slapped him across the face.
I screamed at my husband, "Don't you dare talk to me about the child! Having a father like you would be his misfortune!"