Jimmy Don't Like Germs

Myxty doesn't like chores. Responsibilities, some might call them. Not at all with the liking. Not whatsoever much very.

Most, if not all, of the times in the last few years that Myxterdy lost their shit stemmed from an at-the-time recent incident, wherein he felt obligated to take physical action for the purpose of cleaning HIS HOUSE.

His tantrums are very similar to each other, and he almost always recycles and repeats the exact same phrases used in a previous meltdown. He begins by dramatically huffing and harrumphing about; stomping, slamming doors and household items, "accidentally" dropping things, and sighing loudly and often. and how.

MyssMyx seems to become energized and motivated in the absence of consequences for his inappropriate and childish tantrumy behavior. He starts to make snide comments. whether rational or complete nonsense, his tone is always poisonously spite-filled and accusatory, regardless. he becomes a burdened, selfless, samaritan whose had enough of being used and walked-on by me: a lazy bitch who thinks the absolute very worst of him - a person who "hates" him and who has unreasonable expectations he'll never be able to meet, so hes not even going to try - fuck it. Lately he tells me he wont have someone who thinks of him the way i do around. Whether he actually knows what I'm thinking or not, on these occasions he admits to becoming so angry that he behaves emotionally and physically aggressive and by definition abusive. But. his actions are my fault. "you did this to yourself" is one of his well-rehearsed vocalizations of accusatorial denial.

sometimes getting actually physically abusive in the form of grabbing me by the roots of my hair and throwing me or otherwise severely jerking me around so much that it aggravates an otherwise symptom-absent whiplash injury that originated in a 2012 car accident wherein my 4-door Honda Accord was T-boned by a truck.

T-boned by T-Bo: Meer(cat)ly bad T-raffic?