I lashed out at him.
I lash out.
Both of them are working, but the husband never did house chores and left it all to the wife. It's also the wife who dealt with everything about their children.
One day the wife can't take it anymore and lashed out.
Wife: "I'm tired with work too you know? Why don't you try putting yourself in my shoes?"
Husband: "I can't. Your shoes are too small."
I told her I was just lashing out.
Because they're lashing out!
As she was doing her makeup in the car, she was looking around for something she lost.
Me: Did you lose your eyelash brush?
Her: Eyelash brush? That's not a thing.
Me: Sorry, eyelash comb.
Her: No! That's not a thing either!
Me: Hey now, there's no reason to lash out at me...
Her: glares
My four-year-old son ran excitedly to the door to greet her. When she opened it, her appearance was startling. She looked like a goth. Her eyes were surrounded with jet-black make-up, with dramatic extra lashes drawn to the sides.
My son let out a shriek and rushed back into my arms for a hug. "What's on Mommy's eyes?" he asked tearfully.
I replied, "Ma scare ya?"
