He has a parrot, he got it a few months ago and it has been ruining our lives ever since.
Every morning I come home from my shift and I look at my bed, knowing that I can no longer use it.
This started right after I'd finally gotten this room feeling like a sanctuary after escaping a lifetime of an abusive living situation before, and now he has robbed it from me as well.
I am the fury of a thousand suns.