“Do the dishes, you say, do the hoovering, do the washing, go shopping, take out the recycling, cook dinner.”
Betty ran her hands through her hair in stress and paced the kitchen.
“I’m so sick of it, sick of being told what to do, you’re always commanding, demanding. Do this, do that, wear this, don’t say that.”
She kicked the unconscious man at her feet.
“Well no more, you won’t tell me to do a single damn thing ever again.”
She brought the iron down in an arc, striking his already damaged skull.
“No, I won’t do your dishes.”
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Sweeterthannothing 
A very good story
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Thank you :), I’m glad you liked it.
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U are welcome
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Snapped! I’d say she has just one more mess to clean up.
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Oof, don’t tell her, you don’t want to be in the firing line when she realises! Thanks for reading and commenting 🙂
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There’s nothing that drives the point home so definitively than a skillet to the noggin.😱
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I agree, not that I’d ever stoop so low 😉 thanks for reading and commenting.
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I’d say she’s effectively put an end to that problem.
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Indeed, be careful who you boss around! Thanks for reading/ commenting. 🙂
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