In the end, it's only you. You were born alone, goes the old saw, and you'll die alone.
But like pigeons, once you acquire a partner -- with malice un-aforethought -- it becomes a whole different story.
Suddenly, all aspects of your life are different. You couldn't unload on anyone while you were single, but you sure can now! No one gave you the fucking time of day when you were alone, but now you're not alone! Time to vent!
I feel regretful that it seems to be in my nature to vent to the closest human being to me, but what can you do.
Where else can you go? Sometimes I yell and scream, but as long as she knows it's "just me" and laughs inwardly when I blow a fuse, that's good. Because I never mean anything mean by it.
We all need to vent our myriad frustrations, but it's not fair to afflict some unsuspecting person with it.
Dunno where I'm going with this, but treasure the ones you love.
Because in the end you're all alone.