"You're sick in the head!" Faye shook off my hand. "These are your responsibilities. You're my husband, you have to do these things. I'm out there busting my ass to make money, shouldn't you be doing this?"
"Is that so? Well then, use that hard-earned money of yours to serve your family. From today on, I won't spend another dime. You're paying the maid five grand a month!" I shouted angrily, my voice cutting clearly through the quiet night.
"What's wrong with you? I never thought you'd be such a vain man! Haven't I bought you things? You're talking like I'm some gold-digger, as if I care about your money!"
Faye, stung by my outburst, immediately shot back, trying to save face.
I laughed bitterly, seething with rage. "Think hard about what crap you've given me. You have the nerve to call those gifts? I've never met anyone as cheap as you, you scumbag."