Furious

You become furious when the dishes aren’t done.
You become furious when dinner isn’t made.
You become furious when the house is a mess.
You become furious when you think I haven’t don’t anything all day.
You become furious when you think the bills aren’t paid.
You become furious when you only see what you want to see.
However,
You don’t notice that our child has a 100 degree fever.
You don’t notice all the medicine, the ice packs, the throw up stained shirts.
You don’t notice that I actually did make it to the store today.
You don’t notice that after I left the store our child was too sick to take anywhere else.
You don’t notice that I paid all the bills.
Instead you became furious over the minor things.
Instead you became furious because you didn’t look at the bigger picture.
Instead you became furious and hit me because I am “useless”.
Instead you became furious and got so drunk you didn’t realize our baby had to go to the hospital.
Instead you became so furious that you left marks that will take weeks to heal.

Please I beg of you.
Stop. Becoming. Furious.