Bitter, sarcastic bitch.

"You're awfully sarcastic tonight," he says and tries to look jokingly wounded but I know he's really not pleased with me.
"Sorry," I respond. I know when he says that I've crossed a line. He says "sarcastic," but I'm fully aware that's code for "a bitch." I tell him I can't help it, which is kind of true. I feel terrible, but I can't tell him why I'm really doing it.

It's always been a bit of a habit of mine, but I wasn't always really a bitch. It's grown into that over time. I've been taught to be a bitch by the guys who listen to me lay all my cards out and give me nothing in return. So I don't owe you assholes anything.

I am not your mother.

That seems like a common enough phrase in a relationship. The reason being, of course, we tend to date people that remind us of those that we grew up with and -- even more so -- were raised by. It's very common and even played off of in regular sitcoms. Men to tend to lean toward women who, even on a subconscious level, remind them of their mothers. Likewise, women tend to lean toward men who remind them of strong male role models in their lives.

However, as much as they may love the women in their lives, old habits of dealing with family conflict become too apparent.