Oh, partner ....
Don't you dare start giving me crap. I have been busting my back helping you for the past week. We are all stressed, we are all exhausted.
I am quite literally the last person on your side at this point. You've driven every one else away. Now when you need the support and it's not there, you need to take a good step back and realize why that might be.
I am willing to help, and I know there is a certain amount of tolarance required for this situation ...
But if you are going to start yelling at me for the most trivial of reasons, and things that are completely out of my control - I am not ok with that.
I've hit my tolerance level capacity.
If you can't control your self, and end up with a house to move all by your self, and no one left to help you, sucks to be you.
You've been there for me, more than once- and I should be the bigger person here. But I am done.














