Hi everyone. Welcome to a new episode of Growing Pains. Should we just, uh, jump straight in. Yeah, let's do it. Even made me cry this week. I didn't make you cry this week. You didn't? He said, it's really horrible. And then we broke up in my head. It was a single mother. Yeah, apparently she was a single mom for a day. I was. And I feel like every girl does this in their head.

It's like, oh my God, he's just broken my world in half.

He just said that I didn't, I didn't do my jobs anymore, which is cleaning. It's not just cleaning. It's not just cleaning. But that's what it was talking about. I feel like there was, in the last like two weeks or so,

there's been an unfair shift on, on,

you have two jobs.

And you're,

no, no. You do the dishwasher. Okay. And you do the bins. It's not the same. And you watch me, you watch me all morning do fucking seven loads of washing. I let you finish. Bold in.

And I put everything away. Each night, I cook dinner for you. I cook dinner for me. I cook dinner for olive. And then I feed olive. And then I take olive straight to the bath. I give her olive a bath. I put her to bed. By the time I've come back down, you're sitting on the sofa, been scratching on your balls on there. but the past hour and you've not picked up anything in the living ring.

So from that, I come downstairs every night, I put all of her toys away, hoover both the grey rooms, so both the living rooms, essentially, all while you watch TV. So go on them, please enlighten me, what the kitchen was an anti-back. That's what you usually do. In the last two weeks, you'd slipped. No. You fell off. No. You did. You fell off. No, because I can give you a fucking, I can look on my phone right now. Take your washing up. I did do that. After, you made me cry. Because we said. There was an unfair shift in the last two weeks. Again, bins, dishwasher don't relate to everything else. No. And I don't like it because you're like, oh, it's that unfair shift. It shouldn't be a shift. If you see the... This is what fucks me off, right? You see the same mess. And then you go, oh, well, she'll sort it out. And you will wait four, five, six, seven weeks until I've sorted it out and you'll moan at me. But you acknowledge the same mess and you won't do nothing about it. I'll tell you my reason it's behind it. Go ahead. Because. Woman. No. Because you will do it again. You're a repeat offender. Like the fucking tea bags in the sink, you're a repeat offender. So even if I do it, I don't even get a fucking thank you for doing it. And then you'll just do it again. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. You do. You do. You do. You just repeat offender. Okay. But you don't get a thank you. Oh my God. I birthed your child and barely got a fucking thank you. Are you joking me?

I could... Okay, but you don't get a thank you. Oh my God. I birthed your child and barely got a fucking thank you. Are you joking me? I cook dinner every night. I barely get a thank you. Actually, we order every night. No, we fucking don't. When I cook and stand his dinner, this man will get one fork out the fucking drawer and then close it. So don't tell me about you don't get a fucking thank you.

Oh, let's skip because that's going to, that's open Pandora's box that as.

Jesus Christ.

You're a P offender and that's why.

Right, tell me love me right now because otherwise internet's going to be like,

oh, they're breaking up next thing.

You tell me you love me.

That was just fucking explosion out of nowhere.

You just exploded on me

thank you for doing the bins no i'm not asking for that i do my jobs without being fucking

arced anymore you you've got two jobs no no no stop lying stop lying now because you're

you're actually taking the piss you come in you get fucking eight deliveries every day you

fucking scatter

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