NOW THIS IS NOT MY HOUSE, I hate everything about the place... She stole my house.
A big part of me, wants to say don't call it my house it's not my house. You're stealing my house and when this is over we both may end up with new houses.
or the GAL part wants to say:Great
The other part of me doesn't want her to see me sweat when I know she's getting her dig in but ignoring how I feel about it is not true to myself.
The kids and I call it the "adventure spot" and this is more than once she has referred to it as my house.
