I would really love to feel welcomed in my own place of residence.
Instead I feel like I’m under the thumb of dictators who revel in toying with me.
One coffee mug twice a week that sits in the sink for six hours is not something to freak the fuck out about.
If I were truly passive aggressive, I would just leave all the clean dishes in the sink. All stacked nice and pretty.
Instead, I rant to the internet while they keep the domain of the living room.