She is at home on maternity leave with the child. I come home from work, spit on the bed. The dialogue:
Go sit down with Rome.
I: Len, I am tired. Give me 10 minutes to lie down.
When should I go to bed? I have been on his feet all day.
I: Is Romka sleeping during the day?
J is sleeping.
I: Here you sleep with him.
J: I am doing business. Look at what kind of house.
I am a second. For four months, you claim that you do not sleep when our son is asleep, therefore, you are doing something, and this dialogue between us and you ends every night with the word "hate". Tell me, are you doing shit?? to

The second day we didn’t talk.