The white bath towel that Nabal whiped his greasy half washed hands on- there are older hand towels hanging, you have done this for years.
The mountain of clay on the bathroom floor under the dirty clothes- since we moved here I've told Nabal it's not just disrespectful it tears up the floors and I'm the one who refinished the floors.
The way he believes that dirt left in the house by him is a reflection of my housekeeping, not his utter disrespect.
That our boy believes he can picture his dad dropping dead and not bat an eyelash, in fact say that it would free all of us to live finally- Fathers don't frustrate your sons.
When you told me that if what I was doing to make money didn't bring in as much money as you did that it was unimportant and I needed to stop- you expected me to be at your beck and call even if you only need me to do something only once a week.
When you flipped money on the bed and asked how much for sex- men love your wives even as Christ loved the church, laying down his life for it.
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