Him: “I don't want to go to work.” Me: “You're working from home, so you're not going to work.” Him: “I don't want to work, though.” Me: “That's convenient since you've spent half the morning bothering me and making sure that I couldn't work on anything that I've been wanting to work on because you're spending all your time distracting me.” Him: “That's rude.” Me: “How exactly is it rude to voice my frustrations at the person causing them when I have voiced this exact frustration to you every single fucking day you've ever worked from home? So you know it annoys me and that it makes it impossible for me to do my projects, but you don't care that it does. If anything, I'd say that that is rude and not the fact that someone's telling you that they're annoyed.”
... I wish he'd fuck off, honestly. And I wish that my status as an immigrant with unstable work didn't coerce me into staying with someone who claims he respects me but can't even take five seconds to think about someone other than his goddamned self.