"Worry about yourself."
"It wouldn't be a big deal if you didn't MAKE it a big deal."
"I have to drink to tolerate living with you."
Him: "Well, YOU are addicted to Prilosec."
Me: "I have reflux."
Him: "It's all in your head. You just THINK you need it."
Me: "So when I wake up with acid in my throat and mouth, that's my imagination?"