Screaming with rage

I have to get away from you. I cannot stand to be in the same space or room with you. I cannot look you in the eye. I have nothing nice or kind to say to or about you.

I scream at the top of my lungs. Rage fills me to overflowing. I shake with anger.

And you ask "What's for dinner?" 

You sit around. Lazy. Watching whatever you watch on you phone. No, allow me to clean house, take the dogs to the vet, go to the store, MAKE YOUR DINNER, pay the bills, cry myself to sleep every night. 

Two weeks ago you asked how my day was, shocked you asked and my instant response, "It fucking sucked." And you walked out of the room and checked your phone. 

I know I mean nothing to you. You told me 8 years ago that I was no longer worth your time or the effort. So will you not just fucking let me go?

Let me go.