She's a Sunday school teacher. I'm a non-believer. Every fight we have is my fault, just from defending myself. Literally said that maybe it used to be 50/50 or 60/40 and now it's all 100% my fault. She doesn't hold down a job. She spends every day running around doing stuff or other people because it's the quote good Christian thing to do. We've run out of eggs, so I get to run across town to make some cornbread for the church chili thing. I work with her to get the door and run the dogs out of the truck and get everything loaded. Then I get yelled at explosively for putting back my themed dwarven mug next to her themed dragon mug (on her dresser). It's the same spot thing has lived ever since I got it around Christmas. And it was previously agreed to. She corners me, shouts and puts her finger in my face. All of this after going up the day before to help get her mom's house fixed and ready to be sold.