Elena
"I can't believe we're having this conversation again, Victor," I said in frustration, as I stood facing him in the kitchen. We were done making the homemade pizza. Victor laughed at her to his heart content. In the end, he was the one who did the remaining work.
"What conversation, Elena?" Victor asked, his tone mocking.
"The one where we argue about who is in control of the household," I replied, my voice rising in anger.
"I'm not arguing with you" He said defensively. "I just think that we should share the responsibilities equally."
"Equal responsibilities? Are you kidding me?" I retorted, my eyes flashing with fury. "I work full-time just like you do, I don’t have time to do all the work. Be it cooking, cleaning?"
"I help out when I can," Victor protested weakly.
"When yo
