Your parents have lived with us for two and a half years. They barely pay rent, let alone utilities. Before we refinanced the house, you promised to get your parents to move out. Six months after that promise, nothing has changed. I am tired of supporting your family. There's the whole sex thing, too. You won't fuck me—unless it's inconvenient, right before I have to leave for work. You used to try to rape me up the ass when I was asleep. I learned to like, then love, anal. No longer—you aren't interested. You told me that I know nothing about family, even though I moved across the street from my mother to assist with my paraplegic sister. YOU know nothing about marriage. Being married means putting your spouse first—not your grown parents. Being married means caring about your spouse's sex needs—not using them to try to control them. You've always been a better father than a husband. It's the only thing that has kept me hanging on. No longer—it's not enough.