It is, you know. I'm not exaggerating when I say that it's always my fault. You walked past me and didn't say anything, then you asked me if I was grouchy, because I didn't speak. Yesterday you didn't even say hello, and that was ok, but if I don't speak, it's because I don't like you. What's that about?
And then I came home, and someone else got mad at me. I wasn't happy enough when you told me to do something. I wasn't jumping for joy or whatever the hell else you wanted me to do when you told me to stay home 3 days in a row for you, to do you a "favor", so then you got pissed at me and haven't spoken to me for 2 days.
It's always my fault. I'm tired of it always being my fault.