Stuff it, yep, need to get it out.
Dear bf, you're a real d***. Gambling away my food money. You said I could trust you enough to leave the money at home while I went to the department store. You do not f***ing get the right to dismiss my anger as being not helpful. I have EVERY right to be madder than hell at you! You then complain that I don't trust you with money, and keep bringing up the other many times you have screwed us over, yet you claim your mistrust in me for seeking emotional and sexual fulfillment is more justified? Because mm seeking affection means we don't have food for the kids or ourselves like your gambling does? Because I'm the who gambled the money for registering the car? Seriously? You have no idea how much i hate you half the time. If you did you would leave like your backside was on fire.