Stop asking for my opinion on how to do something when all you do is reject every suggestion I have, especially when you’re offering no solutions of your own.

Just because you think something, doesn’t mean you have to share that thought. You’re not being honest, you’re being cruel.

In the grand scheme of things, your daily crises are so superficial that it takes all my effort to not scream at you to grow the hell up!

Your constant stream of whining and complaining is bringing me ever so close to homicidal overload.

The ironic timing of your illnesses and incapacitating fatigue that is keeping you from doing your work, compared to your extraordinary ability to do something you enjoy, is not lost on me.

If you think that I’m not paying enough attention to you and your problems, it’s because I’m trying very hard to simply ignore you.

Stop invading my space! You are creeping the hell out of me!

If you know she’s a goddam pathological liar, why would you believe anything she says about me now?

There are times when your childish petulance makes me want to punch you in the face.

Under the same circumstances, if I were you, I would not have taken that as a compliment, but as a wake up call. Think about it.