Back to yelling at me.

I told you last time I blogged that I feared her yelling at me.  She has even gone to the "encouraging me to commit suicide" thing (I won't give her the satisfaction). She is complaining that I am not doing anything around the house. 

She is complaining that I am not doing the things around the house that I used to do and she complained that I didn't do things around the house.  I am not doing the things I once did and now she complains that I'm not doing them.

She can now see the things that I once did, that she didn't think I did.

I'm even confused.