  Matt came home and was pissed because,  God forbid,  I didn't wash the dishes immediately after finishing eating. nbsp;  I had them in hot soapy water in the sink,  you know,
 what normal people do. nbsp;  So he told me,  " You need to clean those dishes. nbsp;
 And I said " okay"  because,  you know,  I was going to,  just not at the exact moment he ordered me to,
 because after all,  I am a somewhat- grown adult,  not his obedient child or& nbsp; personal manservant.
nbsp; nbsp; So after a while,  Matt made a phone call in the other room,  and underneath the sound of the TV I heard " I'm just sick of it.
 can't take it anymore.  little things you notice.  gonna have to sit down and talk to him.  this week. nbsp;  Maybe it's a case of me just hearing what my ears are trained to hear,
 and what they want to interpret out of it, nbsp; but it certainly sounded like the shit is about to hit the fan even worse,  whenever he decides to sit me down and scold me like I'm a fucking student of his. nbsp;  When I get very stressed or extremely upset,
 the acid starts rising out of my stomach and burning like crazy in my throat. nbsp;  This doesn't happen to me over little or stupid things -  er,  at least not usually;  let's not talk about last week.
nbsp;  This only happens when it's something major or something that has built up and is ready to boil over. nbsp;  It got so bad at that moment I actually thought I was going to throw up. nbsp;  &
nbsp;  Hopefully this is all just a case of my mind wandering too far off. nbsp;  I wasn't exactly in the best frame of mind before this little episode went down,  anyway. nbsp;
 But if& nbsp; Matt decides to initiate& nbsp; a talk in the near future,  this house is going to bear witness to a really bad scene,
 and I'm gonna need some more Pepcid.
